Harry couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong with Monica. He was a pretty nice guy. He held doors, he worked hard, he brought flowers. Sure, he wasn't the most handsome guy around, but he dressed nice and thought he looked pretty darn good in his Fedora. He listened, damn it. He really listened. Except for some reason he seemed to have a hard time hearing the words "no, I don't want to go out with you."
