I like the idea that when a guy comes over to the house, I get to say I wrote the book.

We (men) would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, “You’re not the one.” We are quite sure you will kill us or yourself or both—or even worse, cry and yell at us.

Personally, when I'm picking friends, I like the ones who don't make me cry myself to sleep.

My daughter genuinely asked me to hand her the basketball bat. I might be failing as a father.

Drinking, eating, shopping, revenge, rebound sex, drugs or whatever your poison may be will number the pain - but that's all.

Alone also means available for someone outstanding.

Breakups hurt like a motherf*#ker, but they are not the end of the world. The pain is temporary, and if handled properly, they can even be life-changing.