Michael Ginsberg is truly the most awkward man, from his neckties right down to blurting out that he is still a virgin on a first date. Not the smoothest play in the book. He seems to have a collection of ill-fitting suede jackets, tiny patterned shirts, and, yes, horrible ties, that he puts together so that they never match whatsoever. Somehow his crazy wardrobe allows his earnestness to come through; it really seemed like Beverly, his date, liked him. Maybe not as a boyfriend, though.