The hour-long ride back to Houston on Sunday -- after an incredible barbecue and fireworks show for the Fourth the night before -- was pure hell. We were all hungover and stuffed up. My head throbbed. I sat with Rita and Kat on either side, holding my hands, and Jess sitting on my lap. She had worked hard over the weekend. Peter had become quite enamored of her.

Perhaps the biggest surprise of the weekend for me is that I hadn't fucked anyone who wasn't one of my girlfriends. Maybe it was because the Hollywood crew had kept the escorts so relentlessly occupied. Maybe it was because I'd changed, at...