After years of dating, I’ve finally worked out my type: a skinny guy with a big nose and a manic sexuality. The schnoz and the lanky limbs are the constants, but the manic component is the variable—whether the guy has ten girls on rotation, or is caught up in a sex scandal, or is just overtly sexual in a way that makes some people uncomfortable, the takeaway is: Nothing gets me wet like sexual compulsion. It can’t be a coincidence that I’ve now dated four regulars of Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous.
- Vogue
