My friends tell me I have an intimacy problem. But they don't really know me.

I don't know why men are so fascinated with television and I think it has something to do with - if I may judge from my own father, who used to sit and stare at the TV while my mother was speaking to him - I think that's a man's way of tuning out.

I'm good in bed, actually, and I think I could learn to be a good communicator, too. The only trouble with that is it leads to marriage.

I met a new girl at a barbecue, very pretty, a blond I think. I don't know, her hair was on fire, and all she talked about was herself. You know these kind of girls: 'I'm hot. I'm on fire. Me, me, me.' You know. 'Help me, put me out.' Come on, could we talk about me just a little bit?

I'm dating a woman now who, evidently, is unaware of it.

First of all, I'm not the kind of guy that likes to rehash the show and so forth and so on.

I'm too shy to express my sexual needs except over the phone to people I don't know.