Day 303 - The Right Type

Everyone seems to have a "type" of person they prefer to be with/date/sleep with. For the longest time, I thought I was destined to be with a tall, blonde man. This is based off a dream I had when I was about 17 or 18 about what was supposedly my wedding day. I never could see the man's actual FACE because we were getting married outside and the sun was in my eyes.

But of course, you grow up and your tastes eventually change. I discovered that I still like tall men, but I don't quite have a hair color preference, and I like them more on the big side. If they're older than me, that's even better. I love older guys! Not like, Hugh Hefner old, but I can happily do up to 15 years older than me easily.

However...I don't quite think that this guy is my type. Thanks, Heidi. I know you were just trying to help me out, but um...your friend is really not for me. :-p Plus, you know, he greeted me with a boner. That's never good.