The Modern Era
Winter, 2019
A would-be writer has trouble plotting the outline of his own romance; it’s fear And loving in Los AngelesI had no intention of marrying Maryanne. Six months with her was long enough. Six months was longer than I wanted to be with any woman, even one as pretty as Maryanne. We were not a decade out of college, my friends and I, and no one was in any hurry to pair up. We liked to drink. That was our primary activity. We drank at brunch, and we brunched several times a week, and we drank at dinner,...
