I had no business - and no real desire - to actually be in this "relationship," but I let it go on for several weeks because it was all so fascinating and, I admit, a little dangerous and exciting to the 24 year old me.

The fundamental problem was that I had absolutely no respect for the life he chose. I was merely fascinated by it. And now that I think about it, he probably felt the same way about me. I'm sure he had never dated a semi-neurotic Jewish girl who had to work five days a week. He probably found it amusing.

It finally started to dissolve when he invited me over - again- to his friend's place in the Hills where he was housesitting while they vacationed in the Hamptons. I blurted out, "They're still on vacation!?" They'd been gone two weeks already. "Don't these people work? Don't they have jobs?!"