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

New York is tough on lonely people.

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

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.

By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.

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

We live in a kissy society.