I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.
I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.
I didn't know a damn thing about style.
I like parties, but I'm shy, and I often find myself standing around, feeling awkward.
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.
We're all pretty ordinary on paper.