Thank God for little miracles, right?
A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.
I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.
I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.