I have excused my imaginary lover Kyle Cooke from so much bad behavior over the years: drunken cheating, drunken yelling, drunken thinking that a mullet wig is cool. But I absolutely have to draw the line here: Not preparing even a whiff of a gift for your fiancée’s 30th birthday deserves the electric chair.
Seriously, how clueless are straight guys? Well, I shouldn’t even say that. Andrea and Alex, who barely know her, show up with what I assume is a giant cake from Eataly for her birthday. Luke got…
