When people visit awkwardpress.com, they routinely ask one of two questions. The first is: “are there any zardoz boobs on this site?” The answer is no. The second is: “where the Hell is Honor? The guys on this site look stinky. We want Honor!”

Well, folks, I’m pleased to finally be able to appease the askers of the second question. Honor, as you may know, is in high-demand as the editor and writer of GotoTennis, the only tennis site worth reading on the WWW machine. After many months, however, I was finally able to convince her that we were a legitimate enterprise and that we weren’t going to steal her identity, even though I am technically writing this post under her name. (Hi! It’s Jeffrey. There’s some weird site snafu in which a person’s profile picture won’t show up until they write a post, forhence the reason I am writing this as Honor. I promise, Honor, this is the last time I will ever steal your identity. In America. Overseas is a different story.)

Honor is a great friend and an amazing writer who contributed a great, nail-biter of a story to Awkward One, which you should buy right now. Welcome, Honor! Pardon the odor!