He knew that was an unpopular point of view for a man in his position—our friend Seth would barely believe him if he confessed this; his own Hr search parameters had begun at twenty and expired at twenty-seven despite the fact that he, like us, was forty-one. “Why not nineteen?” Toby asked. “Or eighteen even? That’s legal.” “I’m not a perv,” Seth said, even though there were literally hundreds of women who would absolutely have classified Seth as a perv.
