How to Find The Perfect Man
article The first time I met Anjelica Huston I was 17 and she was on her first date.
“You’ve got to get this girl!” she told me.
She was a fashion designer and I was just in the midst of a new fashion cycle.
“If you don’t get this guy,” she said, “he’s going to fuck you!”
She was right.
Anjolae Huston was my first boyfriend, and he was a beast.
At first, he was the perfect, shy guy: polite, shy, kind, and I liked him.
But when we first got together, I realized he was not what I imagined he was.
“I can’t be this guy!”
I would say, “You can’t, because you are not.”
He didn’t know what to do.
He didn, however, know what he was looking for.
The way he acted was like he was searching for someone who would give him a reason to love him, someone who wanted to be around him, not just be around.
We would meet up in his parents’ apartment, but when I saw him I was instantly attracted to him.
I would tell him that I loved him, and we would have sex.
“But you’re not attracted to me!” he would say.
I could feel his frustration and I would try to help.
I said, It’s not that I can’t love you, it’s that I want you to love me.
“Love me, too,” he would reply.
“We’re both attracted to each other, and the only difference is that you’re attracted to someone else.”
We would see each other often, then he would move on to another girl.
“What are you trying to do?” he would ask.
“Go on dates!”
“Oh yeah,” he said.
“They’re not bad.”
We didn’t even discuss it, but it was obvious that he was attracted to another woman.
I thought, This guy has the potential to be a great boyfriend, but he’s also not exactly a sexual deviant.
And I wanted to find a way to love myself.
“The only way to find love is to know what you want,” I said.
So, I wrote to my friends and they told me to just find my own type of guy.
I began searching for myself.
I read books, I listened to podcasts, I studied, I read blogs, I did a lot of research.
I researched men, how they viewed themselves, how much they cared about other people.
I wrote my own bio, my own blog, and made it a point to keep up with the latest men’s fashion trends.
“He’s definitely not a sexual predator,” I told my friends.
“It’s more like he wants you to see him as the opposite sex.”
The next time I had a boyfriend, I knew he was different.
He was tall and had long, dark hair that fell down his back.
He wore jeans and a T-shirt with a picture of a bull and a picture that said, I’m the most beautiful person in the world.
I was impressed with the way he talked about himself and his sexuality.
“Yes, he’s definitely a sexual predators,” my friends said.
They also pointed out that I had met a guy from my college campus who was a model and that I was a friend of his.
It was the most shocking news to me.
But after many days of research, I decided to write to my school.
I had been reading about the “trend” and had become obsessed with finding a type of man who would love me, like Anjalie Huston.
I felt like I had found my perfect man.
In February, I told myself, This is it, I am going to find myself a perfect man, but first I am meeting a guy who is different from the rest.
And that’s when the reality set in.
The first thing I had to do was meet someone who could give me my confidence.
I went to the men’s section of a department store in my hometown of Largo, Florida.
I walked up to the counter and saw two young men staring at me, confused.
I smiled, shook their hands, and said, You’ve got a great mind!
I took their picture.
Then I started talking to them.
“How did you get here?”
I asked one.
They said, We saw your profile and it was good, so we asked you for your phone number.
“This is the one,” I responded.
They took the number and called me back.
I said to them, “Hello, you are Alyssa Huston.”
They told me they wanted to meet, but that they didn’t have the right person.
“So you’re trying to meet?”
“Yeah, but you’re in Florida.”