Bad bachelor: How I moved out, moved on

I guess the only thing they’ll miss about this bad bachelor is the gossip about my different girls (Shutterstock)

Come Tuesday, I had to move out of Bel Air apartments. This is where I’ve lived for the last five years, as a bachelor, and caused bedlam (‘bed slam’, if I am to be truthful).

But the mayhem that my two girlfriends — Sonia, the curvy masseuse versus Lucia, my petite alcohol supplier — caused by fighting a fortnight ago that was so much, it brought half the block to my door, and earned me a ‘vacate’ notice. What happened to the type of women who just tug gently at one another’s blouses and wigs when they fight?