So once a month on a street called Abbott Kinney there’s something called “1st Fridays” where all the stores on that street stay open late. You know, I think there actually was a guy named Abbott Kinney. It’s kind of a cool name . . . and hearkening back to my “Yo! and Hey Man!” blog, I can just imagine people yelling out “Hey Abbott!” and “Yo Kinney!”

In order to be in love with a woman, who is the first person that you need to fall in love with?

Men, here is the greatest exercise you can possibly do: go to a chick flick on a Saturday night and sit behind three women.

Don’t watch the movie; just listen to the movie and watch them.

When the leading character fucks up – because that’s what we do, we don’t say what we should have, and we fuck up. It’s the Hugh Grant moment where he realizes, why didn’t I tell her that I loved her at that moment? He’s just sitting there with his friends at a pub, and he realizes it.

And then he sees her out, and he still can’t tell her. When he finally goes and does it, watch the women’s reaction. Forget about watching the actors on screen; watch the reactions of the women in front of you.

Your goal on a Sunday (you can do it on a Saturday too) is to take yourself out on a date all day long.

I used to do this when I lived in Manhattan. I would wake up at 10:30, take a shower, and then decide which direction I was going to go that day. I’d go left, I’d go right, or I’d go straight.