As you may or may not know, I write book reviews for UR Magazine. They recently sent me a book to review for next month's issue. It's half espionage and half chic-lit. While working on my review I tell Byron about it.

"It's so unrealistic," I tell Byron, pained. "This guy brings a girl an orchid on their first date instead of flowers. And he pours Kahlua on her and licks it off. I mean, c'mon. Who are these people?"

Byron, in true gay man fashion, is confused. "Is that what girls want?" Byron asks. "Orchids and Kahlua?"

He walks away and I think about his question. If it is what women want then I have no hope.