You figure if a guy tells you he loves you, that he’ll never leave you, that he wants to be the father of your children, and takes you skiing in the Rockies, that he won’t share all the most intimate details of your love life with a gossip mag. “SHE WORE HER FATHER’S IRISH TWEED AND MADE ME CHOKE HER WITH A DOG LEASH!”. “SHE CRIED EVERY TIME SHE CAME!”. I did an interview with the same folks to give my side of the story but they crucified me a second time. Yeah, I fell for a kiss-and-tell. Then again, in my experience, you take love (or the closest thing to it) wherever you can find it.