He'd pull the chair out from under some dignified dowager and catch her just before she went to fall on her daniel […]

He looked down at my résumé. “Wow, you interned at The New Yorker. Did you apply there?” ¶ “Nope.” ¶ He looked up. ¶ I gave the line a tug. ¶ “I just felt like, ‘been there, done that,’ you know? Also, I dated a few guys in the office so it would've been awkward.”

Social groups are often exclusionary.

Nor do I name of men the common rout, / That wandring looſe about / Grow up and periſh, as the ſummer flie, …