It's the end of the night. Brian, as is his nightly custom, asked me if I could clean off the dining table for him, shower him and put him in bed. I was overanxiously overanalyzing things in my head, as is my nightly custom, so I absentmindedly said, "No because I'm freaking out here. But I will take off your pants."

I quite possibly have more sex on the brain than even the average guy.