We're all pretty ordinary on paper.
We're all pretty ordinary on paper.
I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.
A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.
I didn't know a damn thing about style.
I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.
I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.
I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
The people on Baywatch were about as nice a group of people as I had ever worked with.
I like parties, but I'm shy, and I often find myself standing around, feeling awkward.
I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.
By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.
New York is tough on lonely people.
We were a loud, extended family. My grandparents had a store in downtown Waterbury called International Foods, and my grandmother runs it to this day.
What was it about Carolyn that made her so cautious about revealing herself?
I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.
I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.
It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.
Thank God for little miracles, right?
I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.
I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.
The fact is, my parents loved me, and I wanted to be worthy of their love. I wanted to make them proud.
Calvin had finally taken a look at the ET tape, and he had reacted just as she had expected he would. He loved it; he loved me. Suddenly he was thinking of me for everything: underwear, jeans, suits, even the Escape fragrance campaign.
I never learned to ignore the hot lights and the giant fans. And it all seemed so ridiculous. Run in place. Look angry. Look at me like you love me.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
Sexually speaking, I was still a kid-and a shy kid at that. I'd gotten off to a late start, and I remained awkward around women.
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
We live in a kissy society.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories