My Best Friend's Girlfriend

My ex was a highly coveted coworker dating someone else at the time. We had a rushed affair one sloppy night in Manhattan and I bumped into her and her man the next day. And ran. She emailed me soon after, "Next time you plan on hightailing it—don't wear a bright yellow coat."

She was like that. In your face. Soon she broke off with homeboy and I tried to step in—taking her to my pothead uncle's third wedding and trying to get serious on the World Trade Center's 101st floor bar. (Where I often went when there Read more