Friday night at Barnes and Noble. April 24, 2015.
To be as romantic a writer as Thomas McGuane you have to know what isn’t romantic as well as what is. One thing you never want to be is somebody’s homeopathic remedy:
It was unclear whether Andy had a job, though he did have an office with a daybed for what he called “nooners.” Jessica didn’t learn this appalling term until she’d already experienced it, stumbling absently onto the daybed with him. Her previous affairs had been grueling, and she had promised herself not to do grueling again. She saw Andy, initially, as a kind of homeopathic remedy. But then something got under her skin. Maybe it was the karaoke machine in his bachelor apartment or his unpleasant cat or the Ping-Pong matches he pressured her into; the way he darted around in a crouch at his end of the table made it clear to her that she’d never sleep with him again.
---from “Stars” by Thomas McGuane.