In the evening, I went to yoga with Monica, a friend of mine who teaches Jewish Literature at UCLA. Then we all went to dinner at Delice Bistro with my buddy David. He pays!

It's 10 pm. We all order what I want — the cold peach-tomato-cucumber soup. My friends have a glass of wine. We kick back and tell outrageous stories. Then we shmooze with the owner. He notices that I've lost weight.

I feel like a big shot.

"There was this girl," I say and open up my notebook and read selections from my morning pages.

"She would just say my name and I would be rapt. She had my complete attention. Just the way she said my name, 'Luke.' I had no idea what was coming next. She was that exciting. She was totally unpredictable. Her life was drama. But it was more than that. She made life so exciting. She saw life in such rich technicolor and I learned to see more hues and shadows and colors.

"She painted life with a rich palette for me. I loved it.

"What I loved most was the way she'd cry my name while climaxing. It was, 'Luke, Luke, Luke, I'm coming, Luke, Luke, Luke!'

"God, I loved it. What a guy most wants (says Dennis Prager) is to feel like the most important thing in a girl's life.

"This was a tough girl. A bi girl. She was more into girls than guys the past few years. And she gave herself totally to me. She made me feel important. Needed. Vital. Alive.

"But she cheated on me. So goodbye."

She's moving to Los Angeles this summer and will teach Jewish literature at UCLA in the fall.

Monica writes on her blog June 29:

Unless you are a fan of Tex-Mex, trucks with balls, scorching heat, and museums commemorating George W. Bush, there are very few reasons to spend the summer in southeast Texas. But I happen to be here visiting someone, and so I’ve taken the opportunity to sit in on his Texas A&M University class on contemporary world literature, where the focus is literature and terrorism.

For today, we read Yasmina Khadra’s The Attack (2007). Khadra (his real name is Mohammed Moulessehoul) is a former Algerian army officer turned novelist, and this novel, despite its unsophisticated writing style, does a pretty good job of getting college students to think and talk about terrorism in an unfiltered way. The only problem is that the book is so severely biased against Israelis and Jews that one wonders how unfiltered the discussion can truly be.

The storyline goes something like this: Arab-Israeli surgeon is called to the hospital where he learns his wife has been killed in a restaurant bombing. He later finds out that his wife was in fact the suicide bomber.