At a time when a wrestler who looks down on organized religion but dreams of being reincarnated as a piece of lingerie can become a Governor, it's not totally outlandish for an Elle Macpherson clone to be measuring drapery for the East Wing. I have come to New York to see if Trump, the umpteenth person to form a presidential exploratory committee this year, is as big a jerk as he sometimes seems to be. But he's the first real estate developer with a skyscraper-size ego to run, a man famous for prompting Marla Maples' tabloid headline BEST SEX I'VE EVER HAD, and for refusing to shake hands for fear of germs. As he shakes mine, I ask him if he's got over this phobia. It's worth the risk.
Every candidate needs one.
He can afford to think that. I could be very liquid very quickly, and I wouldn't have to sell a thing. Take that, Steve Forbes. All my construction guys love me. He takes further comfort in a National Enquirer poll that shows him at the front of the pack.