Monica was a 26-year-old Wasp quitting her job as a New Yorker assistant to work on a novel.
She took me to parties with the literati and introduced me to her father's agent and Larry David, his biggest fan, who soon after parodied my 25th birthday party on the Seinfeld episode "The Stakeout." I finally got to meet her dad, too.
Alas, it was at the hospital just before he died at 71.
During my freshman year of college I met a group of girls through a mutual friend that would automatically become my closest friends.
We hit it off the first night we met and with the exception of one, we're still together three years later living in the same house.
We've been on and off until I stopped it last year.
Then this past November I decided to give it a try again.To my surprise and fascination, Monica trashed my penchant for all-black clothes, lefty politics, and suffering poets, rebelling against the poor artistic types she grew up with.After a few rejections and a fire (which destroyed the only copy of her manuscript), she forgot fiction and soon sneered at any male in torn jeans reading The New York Review of Books.The thing is, from the beginning he told me he didn't wanted to have anything serious.At first I was fine, but then I started to gain feelings, so I stopped it.In the case of this girl, it took me a little bit longer.