We're all pretty ordinary on paper.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.

My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.

A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.

I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.