I don't dispute his jerkness. But can you imagine being Einstein, sitting there, trying to polish the last couple of bugs out of General Relativity. She won't bring the sandwich, like you asked. So you sigh, and try to find the matches for your cigar, which you're only allowed to smoke at your desk nowhere else, and she has hidden the matches, again. So you take up your pencil, prop your slippered feet (which *she* never rubs, btw) to get comfortable, and she comes in. Flicking a rag over your papers, supposedly dusting pencil leavings and ashes, complaining about your feet on the table, complaining about the smell of the (unlit) cigar, and she says she hasn't seen the matches.

Re: Clooney. Yes, indeed, it is the short termness ofther elationshipsthat works in his favor. He gets rid of women, who plead to be taken back, when they stop bringing him sandwiches.