WHY are pretty women so cotton-pickin’ dumb?
Or are they?
Carol Alt sailed into the courtroom – tall and willowy at 47, she came here to fight her ex-husband, former Rangers hockey all-star Ron Greschner, for a share of his money. And, get this, she claims to still carry a torch for the man she says dumped her when she was too sick to produce an heir.
Do you still love him? I asked.
“Yes!” she blurted tearfully. “I spent my entire adult life with him. Yes! Yes!”
If you believe Carol, the little woman trusted the man she still affectionately calls “Ronny” with the couple’s money, asking no questions. Reading no documents. And failing to hire a lawyer.
“It would make it look like I don’t trust him,” she said.
And she’s not even blond.
But seven years after the couple’s divorce, Carol is wising up. She wants half of a $210,000 water-company investment that has ballooned over a decade to $18 million.
Time and gravity have been more democratic to her ex, who walked into court gray and paunchy and every inch of age 53 – the result of five kids and retirement in the ‘burbs.
Ronny presented a document that showed Carol signed her share of the investment over to him long ago.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing here,” Ron told me. He also swears he had no idea that Carol suffered from pregnancy-killing uterine and cervical cancer. Huh?
“I wanted to have kids from the start. We were going to have kids when she was 30,” he said. “She was more into her career. We didn’t see much of each other.”
But Carol snapped that she had the cancer in 1990, and Ron knew about it. “He paid my medical bills,” she fumed.
Ronny said he has nothing against her. “I’m very happy.” He’s OK with her plans to pose in the buff for Playboy, saying, “God bless you – have a nice time.”
“I tried my whole life to be responsible. I don’t take anything from anybody,” said Ron.
A word to pretty women: Learn to read contracts. Save yourself grief.