I'm a man, which is supposed to mean that I'm not willing to ask for directions. But on this front, I've always been a little different. For the last nine years, my wife has been my shining directional beacon, a kind of sit-next-to-me Northern Star. When we lived in New York City, she would send me on the subway with yellow post-it notes that detailed the stops and transfers. Without these handwritten guides, I'd likely be penning this story as an emissary of the mole people.

But this year, I was given a Garmin global positioning system (GPS) as a birthday … Read More

Per (everyone) The Daily Telegraph, Eva Mendes has had sex in all 50 states. In baseball, when you hit a single, double, triple, and home run, it is called a cycle. This should be called the 50 state sex cycle. There really isn't any more impressive geographical stunt f*cking (though Russia does have 83 separately administered territorial units, some are fairly tiny and only nominally ruled by Moscow).

Nonetheless, we find the feat pretty impressive. We're not sure how you keep track of something like that but suffice it to say, well done, young lady. Mendes is … Read More

I just had a much-needed "girl" weekend with my good friend Blane at my parents' lake house in Savannah. We drank way too much wine, cooked good food, went skinny dipping late at night and stopped just short of giving each other mud masks during the Bachelorette (not because it was too cliche, just because we had too much to drink and forgot).

At one point she said to me, "You know this is the last weekend we're going to have like this in a long time." With me getting married and possibly moving and she and her live-in boyfriend … Read More