Have I mentioned before that I like a certain type of girl? I think I have. Either that or I thought I wrote about it then just gave up because the mood for writing something like that just passed me by. So if I haven’t put it down somewhere, I think I better put it down now before I forget about it.
I like my women with a sense of humour. Not the kind that would laugh for no reason, but the kind that would laugh for reasons you tend to spend your life trying to figure out…which in the long term is pretty funny when you think about it.
I like my women with a penchant for danger. Not the kind that continuously flirts on the edge of disaster never expecting the worse to happen, but the kind that knows exactly what they are getting into, those that have walked out, proudly bearing the scars of their near death experiences. Those that know that life’s too short to spend on one life changing moment at a time and that when things happen…we just have to be ready to get up and go even if the bones are sticking out from our legs.
I like my women with a killing edge. The kind that’s more likely to eat their partner whole. The kind that’s like a praying mantis and a black widow put together. Women are stronger than the men around them. Women who’d do what it takes to get things done when no one is around. Women who most men with frail ego’s find unnerving. It makes sense, better to be the right hand of a woman’s wrath than being in its way.
I like my women as geeks. The kind that always understated and overlooked for who they are. The kind that knows what they are doing. The kind that’s good at what their doing. More often than not, the kind that share the same kind of gross facination for all things abnormal because it’s just there and we’re too damn curious to pass it off. The kind that wears glasses…for some reason, that just drives me wild.
I like my women as who they are. Women who know what they are capable of doing and aren’t afraid to take a dive if they slip every once in a while. Those that know that life goes on. Those that know they they are too stubborn to let good things go. Those that know that somewhere along the lines there is always good in a world even when they put up with so much shit.
Somehow, I like those kinds of women. There isn’t a spider sense in my bone that somehow picks up all that when the time is right. It doesn’t mean I don’t like women that’s not my type, no. It just means I’m more likely to ask people like these out more so than those that I stay on as a good friend. It’s not that unnatural, it’s just only fair given the person that I am. Given circumstances, I know I’m not exactly your dating material too…doesn’t mean I’m not your best friend or closest confidante. You’re happy about it. I’m happy about it.
So since I have given it some thought. Just who is your type anyway?