Ms. Rand attempted to bring the spark back into her relationship with Mr. Blumenthal in 1964.
When he rebuffed her advances at an Objectivist Society Debate Club meeting, she waggled an eyebrow and suggested, “fine, then lets get the team back together," in an effort to ease Blumenthal back into things.
Mr. Blumenthal looked away, noticed the way Alan Greenspan (one of many other guests at this particular party) perked up, and quickly muttered, “um, no thanks. I’m not in the mood.”
(At this Mr. Blumenthal’s wife, who was also at this party, rolled her eyes, no doubt thinking of the recent revelation of Mr. Blumenthal’s burgeoning tryst with his young mistress. But seeing as how Mrs. Blumenthal had recently obtained her husband’s signature on a permission slip allowing her own extramarital affair, she kept her mouth shut.)
"Don’t worry, you can still put your own rational self interests above mine," Ms. Rand said as she reached for his inner thigh.
Mr. Blumenthal stared at his spot on the wall.
When pressed on the reason for his coldness, Blumenthal denied that he was having an affair. Or that it was because Ms. Rand was old and gross.
It was totally one of those.