For the passed few days we've been having a conversation at work. It started out with one of my co-workers talking about how she doesn't like to subscribe to a specific type because it slows her down from meeting some amazing people. Obviously narrowing one's circumstances will also narrow their chances of anomalies. It makes sense. However, I disagree. I most definitely have a type. Both physically, and psychologically. Both artistically and practically. I have a type. I have a type of person that I can be friends with; a type of person I can be competitive with; a type of person I find attractive; a type of person I admire- the list goes on. However, what I am careful not to do, is to turn anyone away because they do not fit my desired settings.
Whether it be long dark hair, and hazy, mysterious eyes, or nude lipstick and dark eyeliner. I know what I find attractive, and I know what makes me happy. If I didn't, then I feel like I would waste so much time accepting failed relationships into my life. If I tried to befriend the guy at the bar with a Swastika on his bicep, I might be in for a surprise when I find out that he didn't return the sentiment. If I looked up to the guy who lived under the bridge and split his money evenly between craps games and Steel Reserve, I might not end up making the best decisions for myself.
I like to keep my check marked list very simple, and very inviting. If you would like to join it, please feel free to let me know. Haha.
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