It's the Spring of 1990 and the recently separated Jack Donaghy and Sally Draper meet at the Met.
Sally turned out to be an English teacher at a Montessori school on the Upper West Side, but this slightly unpleasant revelation was not enough to make Jack reconsider.
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After a few weeks of dating, Jack goes back to Sally's apartment.
"You should talk to my father."
"I thought you didn't talk to your father."
"I talk to him, I just don't—you know, talk to him. We're not close, but we're not estranged or anything. Anyway, he was in advertising for a long time, and I know it still interests him..."
"Oh my God," Jack said. "Your father isn't—"
Jack meets Don Draper, now in his sixties, for branding advice. Talk turns to Sally.
"You're a different sort of person for Sally. I think her therapist might try to discourage your relationship."
"Because I don't believe in psychiatry?"
"Don't you?" Draper asked. "No, because she goes to a Freudian psychoanalyst who'll probably tell her you're a lot like me. . . ."
"Do you think I'm a lot like you?"
I'd include their breakup, but this is indeed fiction as the story ends with them together. Oh, and Don? He gets lung cancer.