Recently, I’ve been dating men that are extremely nice, caring, considerate and all of that flowery Barney stuff. However, in most cases, they simply have not been my type. They’ve either been unattractive (I need to be able to look at the guy I’m dating), not tall enough (I like em over 6 feet) or just bizarre.
So what is my type? Glad you asked.
Exhibit A
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This is my ideal type of guy. He’s tall, handsome, smart and has his life together. So if that’s my type, why do I continue to date the Gary Colemans of the world?
At the ripe age of 27.8, I can no longer afford to have a type! I don’t want to end up old and alone. As such, everything has to appeal to me: short, fat, ugly, green, bug, lamp, EVERYTHING. In essence, I’m broadening the pool of men available to me. I just hope, that in the end, I can stomach being with and around the man that I marry. I don’t ask too much, I just want to stomach him!
What do you think, is there an age limit on waiting for the “perfect guy”?