My friendship with Jane ended abruptly a year ago. Billy the Fireman was the catalyst. Jane, I'm sure he's married.
Firemen are probably worse because they can sleep at the firehouse.
I sent him an invitation to one of my performance pieces. Maybe it got lost. Jane ignored Aunt Hariette's excellent advice and procured a dinner invitation from Fireman Bill. He's not one of your musicians or playwrights. Trust me, he's got retrograde sexist values.