Not only did my friendship with Carrie remain unfazed, but so did my relationship with Donald after they finally made love. He remained just as needy and insecure about her feelings toward him, and I never turned down his late-night invitations to watch him cry into his beer. He might not have been the first to pluck Carrie’s rose, but he was the first of many of her boyfriends (and girlfriends of mine), to wrongly assume that the rules of a platonic relationship were so black-and-white.
