Dear god, it was worse than an orgy. Way worse. I would not have agreed if I had known what it really was. It was… Fuck. It was like some kind of early 2000 sitcom where all the girls sat around drinking Manhattans and gossiping about the men in their lives, only we were sitting in Toby’s living room, drinking wine, and gossiping. I was in the gay version of Sex in the City, for fuck’s sake.
