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 too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.

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'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.

We're all pretty ordinary on paper.

New York is tough on lonely people.