Well, ladies, I’m back. As it turns out, I did become a girlfriend. And that guy I was dating? He became a boyfriend. My writing ceased for a little while as I was so content, so at peace, so perfectly uninspired—and then, I had my heart broken. The past few months have involved a lot of healing, which has mainly come in the form of bitter text messages, snooping, trash talking—the usual crazy behavior of a girl who always thought she’d be the one doing the breaking up, a girl who believes that “dating down” is always worth it, just to have surefire control. Some guys just don’t know how good they have it, you know? *
*A bruised ego is easily treatable: a healthy dose of delusion teamed with a pile of vanity (courtesy of your closest fan base) and you’re all set.
*A bruised ego is easily treatable: a healthy dose of delusion teamed with a pile of vanity (courtesy of your closest fan base) and you’re all set.
Now, enough hashing out the past. Let’s get to the good stuff.
I met a new man last week. He’s four years older and far too nice. The guy seems to have a heart of gold, which is something that I’m simply not used to. Our one mutual friend claims to not have a bad word to say about him but also says that she can’t see the two of us together. “He is so NOT your type,” she texted me after make out sesh numero uno. This really got me thinking…
What contributes to molding someone’s “type”? Is one’s type based solely on the qualities of former boyfriends? If so, then shouldn’t everyone reevaluate and revamp her type after each and every break up? After all, there’s always a reason it didn’t work out.
Here’s what is—according to previous trends—my type: intelligent, funny, "alternative"....And in some cases, really alternative. I’ve also dated the cocky, good-looking types who often disclose in so many words (and actions) that they are attracted to me for my body. My boobs, mainly. What about my winning personality? Or my out-of-the-box interests? Or at least my smile…?
Knock-knock, Mr. Nice Guy...
