So, last night I was walking Daphne. I decided we would go meet Sonja for dinner at her studio. Actually, it wasn’t Daphne’s idea . . . but she had no choice. As we were walking down Pacific, I noticed this person trying to parallel park (trying being the optimum word). People parallel parking to me is always a comedy of errors.

There is no way to manipulate your way into a relationship. It’s funny. Almost anytime someone comes to see me for advice, they will say something like “I want to get advice from the master” and expect to get some super-complicated, almost magical technique for how to do things. What I inevitably give them is something