I don't do confessions. I state facts. That's what I know. I love margins and discipline, remember?
Fact: Mark and I had a one-night stand. I didn't even know his name. It was the most impulsive thing I've ever done. I was shocked a few months later when I learned that Mark was the guy I'd stolen Maureen from.
Fact: That night I spent with Mark was, by far, the best sexual experience of my life. Including my life with Maureen.
Fact: I didn't want to go to an Ivy League school. I wanted to be a novelist. When my parents threatened to disown me if I didn't go to Harvard, I decided to major in law.
Fact: I didn't major in law to be like my parents, who are both lawyers. I majored in law so I would know exactly how to play their stupid little games.
Fact: I get jealous and worry that Maureen's cheating because I've cheated on her. Twice.
Fact: I know Benny. He was in the same dorm as me our senior year at Harvard. Never talked to him or anything, but everybody knew who Benny was. Not that he was popular, people just knew who he was.
Fact: The woman who taught me how to tango was my first girlfriend. She left me for some guy after deciding that being a lesbian was "just a phase" for her.
Fact: I haven't figured out a way to tell Maureen (or anyone else, really), but I'm not a lesbian. I'm bisexual. Granted, I'm more attracted to women than men. But still, I'd be lying if I said I'm not attracted to men.
Fact: I smoke. A lot. I smoke more than Roger and Collins combined, which is saying something.
Fact: I didn't break up with Maureen for cheating. I broke up with Maureen because I was tired of having to convince myself that she loved me. I wanted to be with someone who would actually say it and show it.
