Unexpected Crush Alert: Miles Teller

As the cocksure ne'er-do-well Sutter Keely in The Spectacular Now, Miles Teller fully embodies that guy in high school. You know, the smooth-talking slightly douchey-type who's just damaged enough to give you an "I can save him" complex. Enter the sweet Aimee Finecky (played by Shailene Woodley) with a heart so golden it naturally gets bent out of shape over Sutter. Okay, we did too, even though we know better than to fall for his kind (cough, yeah right, cough). We're calling it now: Miles Teller is the new John Cusack circa Say Anything. Strolling into our office adorably wrinkled and husky-voiced after a night of post-VMA hard partying (he was running on an hour of sleep), Teller bowled us over with his bravado. Just when you thought you were over the cocky types...

What were you like in high school?

I had the popularity thing down. I was Homecoming King but I was in all AP classes. I played alto saxophone in Jazz Band and drums in a rock band. I was the president of the Drama Club. I was in National Honor Society and Student Council for a little bit. But then me and my buddies also threw the parties. We were buying kegs for the seniors when we were 16.

So what you're saying is you pretty much are Sutter Keely?

Yeah, when I filmed [The Spectacular Now], I thought that I was very much like Sutter only my parents are still together and I have two older sisters who are very affectionate. I basically had every tool to succeed.

Did you only go out with popular girls?

No, I dated an Aimee. I dated this chick who sang in my rock band, who my buddies were like, "Pretty weird call." But then I dated my sister's friend at one point, who was a cheerleader. And then my other girlfriend was from out of town, which I think is the way to go. In high school, I would never would have dated a girl one of my buddies had hooked up with.

Your character is a borderline alcoholic. Are you a big partier?

I'm from Florida so I've been known to shotgun a beer. Fun fact: I can't chug a beer, but I can shotgun one!

Do you like party girls?

Not really, but at the same time, it's nice to be with a girl who can handle herself. Like, my ex could go to a party, navigate [the room] and talk to everyone. I wouldn't have to hold her hand.

She wasn't dancing on the tables?

No, I dance on tables.

What's up with your chin scars?

I got in a bad car accident six years ago. I got ejected out of the passenger window of my buddy's car. He was driving and lost control. We flipped 8 times and I flew out the window. The car stopped rolling and I was like 30 feet from the car unconscious and covered in blood. I've had laser surgeries which are the same thing they do for tattoo removal. It's pretty painful and you smell your skin burning.

Dude! Glad you're okay. So since this is Cosmo, we've got to talk about sex. Is doing it on a first date a dealbreaker?

I don't see anything wrong with it. I've started relationships after sleeping with someone on the first date. But I think that if people are going on dates that's good, you know? It's nice to meet a girl and ask her out on a date, as opposed to keeping it casual.

Do you call girls, or do you only text?

I call. I hate texting. I find it frustrating.

Guess that means no one's getting any emojis from you.

No! They're so weird! I feel like that should be some kind of guy code. All of my best friends are from high school and we have an ongoing text message. I have one buddy who always sends me wink faces and LOL's and stuff. I don't even LOL—I think that's whack.

So you're pairing up with Shailene again for Divergent. Are you guys tight?

Yeah. I love Shailene, she's my girl. It's a very sibling-like kind of relationship.

Have you ever been starstruck?

The first time I saw Leo [DiCaprio], that was something. People shit on Leo all the time. I'm a big fan. I've probably seen every movie that he's ever done.

Same. Thoughts on online dating?

It's weird. Have you seen Catfish?! But I thought Tinder was cool.

Are you on Tinder?

No, I was for a minute. I think it's smart. It gets rid of having to go up and ask for somebody's number because basically you already do since you can message them.

Current celebrity crushes?

My first one was Reese Witherspoon—hardcore when I was younger. Now? Rihanna. I love her hair—that little mullet, it's very rock. I just met her last night [at the VMAs]. And by that I mean that I just said hi to her, but I felt like we had a moment.

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Unexpected Crush Alert: Miles Teller

As the cocksure ne'er-do-well Sutter Keely in The Spectacular Now, Miles Teller fully embodies that guy in high school. You know, the smooth-talking slightly douchey-type who's just damaged enough to give you an "I can save him" complex. Enter the sweet Aimee Finecky (played by Shailene Woodley) with a heart so golden it naturally gets bent out of shape over Sutter. Okay, we did too, even though we know better than to fall for his kind (cough, yeah right, cough). We're calling it now: Miles Teller is the new John Cusack circa Say Anything. Strolling into our office adorably wrinkled and husky-voiced after a night of post-VMA hard partying (he was running on an hour of sleep), Teller bowled us over with his bravado. Just when you thought you were over the cocky types...

What were you like in high school?

I had the popularity thing down. I was Homecoming King but I was in all AP classes. I played alto saxophone in Jazz Band and drums in a rock band. I was the president of the Drama Club. I was in National Honor Society and Student Council for a little bit. But then me and my buddies also threw the parties. We were buying kegs for the seniors when we were 16.

So what you're saying is you pretty much are Sutter Keely?

Yeah, when I filmed [The Spectacular Now], I thought that I was very much like Sutter only my parents are still together and I have two older sisters who are very affectionate. I basically had every tool to succeed.

Did you only go out with popular girls?

No, I dated an Aimee. I dated this chick who sang in my rock band, who my buddies were like, "Pretty weird call." But then I dated my sister's friend at one point, who was a cheerleader. And then my other girlfriend was from out of town, which I think is the way to go. In high school, I would never would have dated a girl one of my buddies had hooked up with.

Your character is a borderline alcoholic. Are you a big partier?

I'm from Florida so I've been known to shotgun a beer. Fun fact: I can't chug a beer, but I can shotgun one!

Do you like party girls?

Not really, but at the same time, it's nice to be with a girl who can handle herself. Like, my ex could go to a party, navigate [the room] and talk to everyone. I wouldn't have to hold her hand.

She wasn't dancing on the tables?

No, I dance on tables.

What's up with your chin scars?

I got in a bad car accident six years ago. I got ejected out of the passenger window of my buddy's car. He was driving and lost control. We flipped 8 times and I flew out the window. The car stopped rolling and I was like 30 feet from the car unconscious and covered in blood. I've had laser surgeries which are the same thing they do for tattoo removal. It's pretty painful and you smell your skin burning.

Dude! Glad you're okay. So since this is Cosmo, we've got to talk about sex. Is doing it on a first date a dealbreaker?

I don't see anything wrong with it. I've started relationships after sleeping with someone on the first date. But I think that if people are going on dates that's good, you know? It's nice to meet a girl and ask her out on a date, as opposed to keeping it casual.

Do you call girls, or do you only text?

I call. I hate texting. I find it frustrating.

Guess that means no one's getting any emojis from you.

No! They're so weird! I feel like that should be some kind of guy code. All of my best friends are from high school and we have an ongoing text message. I have one buddy who always sends me wink faces and LOL's and stuff. I don't even LOL—I think that's whack.

So you're pairing up with Shailene again for Divergent. Are you guys tight?

Yeah. I love Shailene, she's my girl. It's a very sibling-like kind of relationship.

Have you ever been starstruck?

The first time I saw Leo [DiCaprio], that was something. People shit on Leo all the time. I'm a big fan. I've probably seen every movie that he's ever done.

Same. Thoughts on online dating?

It's weird. Have you seen Catfish?! But I thought Tinder was cool.

Are you on Tinder?

No, I was for a minute. I think it's smart. It gets rid of having to go up and ask for somebody's number because basically you already do since you can message them.

Current celebrity crushes?

My first one was Reese Witherspoon—hardcore when I was younger. Now? Rihanna. I love her hair—that little mullet, it's very rock. I just met her last night [at the VMAs]. And by that I mean that I just said hi to her, but I felt like we had a moment.

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She Moved 3,000 Miles Away From Home. Now What?

Before I moved to Portland, I'd been your classic oversubscribed New York City girl, trying to cram 30 hours into a 24-hour day: working at a magazine, commuting, a date or dinner with friends, and then some. But as a freelance writer in a new-to-me city where nobody knows I exist, I have all the time in the world—my problem is that I have no one to spend it with. During my first weeks here, loneliness set in hard. I'd never spent so much time alone. I'd go days when my only conversation was with my hippie Laundromat owner. Then, I stopped moping and forced my nonjoiner self to sign up for a bocce league, a bowling team, and a book club. My efforts paid off. I met a dozen cool women who like Sancerre and think it's as much fun as I do to cast our ideal film version of Gone Girl. My new friendships may not be as unshakable as the ones with the East Coast girls I've been close to for years, but I can feel them growing deeper.

Back on the Scene

As for dating, I consciously decided to table the issue for the first few months so I wouldn't glom on to a guy for the purpose of having him show me around. I assumed that avoiding dating would be easy, since most guys in Portland wear questionable footwear (clogs and Tevas abound) and have intimidating neck tattoos. Of course, when the sister of a friend from New York took me out to a bar my third night in town, we ran into her friend Bill*, a graphic designer with a shy smile and a big laugh. Of course, he had a beard and was wearing plaid. When he said he lived in my neighborhood and could show me around, I gave him my number and got butterflies. Dating in New York was tough (I wrote a whole book about first dates gone wrong), but Bill made me feel like a catch, like some awesome Mary Poppins who just blew into town to everyone's delight. I broke my promise to myself and started going out with him. He wasn't who I would have dated in New York—I'd gone for type-A, career-driven men, then found myself competing with them about whose job was more demanding or important. But even though Bill had a cool job, he seemed uninterested in talking about work or clocking long hours. At first, I read it as an unsexy lack of drive. But then I realized I was getting dinner with a man who was interesting and passionate (maybe not about work but certainly about Japanese graffiti)—at 6 p.m.! The guys I went out with in New York considered 9:30 an early dinner. Being with a guy who made time for a relationship was a revelation. But after a few weeks of my sitting around while he smoked pot and watched cartoons, I realized I was dating a Portland cliché: "the man-child in lumberjack's clothing." It's not as charming in real life as in Judd Apatow movies, so I decided to move on.

Also through a mutual friend, I met Drew. He drove a pickup truck, spent the past year picking grapes in a vineyard in Argentina, and raised chickens—so again, not the kind of guy I've had experience with, but he was funny and handsome. My New York friends used to chide me for not going all-out with my date outfits, saying it was hard enough to get a second glance in New York—a city teeming with gorgeous girls—if you weren't all dolled up and in heels. But when I showed up for my first date with Drew in a nonchalant look—a blouse, jeans, and boots—he said I looked "all East Coast intimidating." For our next date, I wore a V-neck shirt and skinny jeans to cook him dinner at my place and was shocked when even that was overdressed to him. "We're just going to eat and watch a movie. Why don't you put on some cozy pants?" he asked, and I almost screamed with joy. Yoga pants were usually reserved for month three, not date three. That's when I noticed Drew was wearing brown suede clogs that looked best suited for milking a cow…and an oversize button-down he said was from a free pile at Burning Man. When guys don't care about your fashion, I learned, they certainly don't care about their own. I overlooked it because he was sweet, but soon, Drew ended things because he was moving abroad again. My new friends alerted me I'd stumbled upon another Portland dating pitfall: the "just passing through" guy. It's hard to get used to a whole new set of dating issues.

The Girlfriend Game

Still, perhaps the biggest shock I've had so far is how my dates have ended. The New York MO was an awkward hug in front of the subway, then not having a clue as to whether I'd ever see the guy again until he texted to ask me out a few days later…or I simply never heard from him again. The New York dating mantra was "Don't seem too invested," since the other person was likely still eyeing his 3 million (literally) other options. Portland guys ask me out for a next date while still on the current one, programming our plans into their phones. Rather than fearing some loser siren will activate if they express interest, it seems guys here are ready to lock down a girlfriend whenever the time is right. I'm just starting to admit that I'm open to that. I want to be with someone who makes me feel wanted no matter what I'm wearing, not like they're always keeping an eye out for other options. Portland has opened me up to the possibility of love, new people, and happiness in a way that New York never did.

Six months into my move, I've learned just how brave I can be. I've said yes to joining teams and going on dates with near-strangers. I've battled loneliness and the fear of starting over, and in the process, I've become a slightly calmer, kinder version of myself—one who knows her neighbors' names, no longer assumes strangers only approach in hopes of getting money, and doesn't lay on the horn if another driver is dawdling (okay, after 20 seconds I still honk, but before it would have taken only 5). And who knew I could fall for a guy in clogs? Making a cross-country move on my own is the most terrifying thing I've ever done, and I have moments when I still question if Portland will be my forever home…or if there even is such a thing. But I've never been prouder of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone. People think you have to be tough to live in New York City, but I've never felt stronger or more confident than after taking this huge risk—I'm fighting for my happiness rather than waiting for something or someone to come hand it to me. As I continue to build a life in Portland, I can't wait to see how I surprise myself next.

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