When the bombs fell, my friend Erin had been telling me one of her disaster dating stories.
Erin was one of those women who are always ahead of the curve: the first one to get a boyfriend, the first one to get a job, the first one to buy an apartment. By the time she was thirty, she had two kids and a stellar career where she’d already hit the glass ceiling. When I got married and had a baby, she was divorced and back on the dating market.
So when the bombs fell, naturally, she was the first to go.