What's My Type?

Day 12 in the book wisely advises the reader to decide exactly what their "type" is.  Everyone has certain things that catch their eye in the opposite sex (and for some people the same sex).  The idea is to try and remember these traits in the face of beer goggles.

So...  I can't say that I have one specific type.  I was trying to think of what I find attractive in a man, and instead I went off on a crazy search for old flames in the hopes of discovering the answer for myself.  Physically, I'm still trying to find common ground.  Tall and dark, short and light - who cares?  I can comment that I am a fan of broad shoulders, a prominent schnoz (don't ask me, because I don't know why, I just like them) and a nice butt.  But, more importantly, you have to be charming and witty, charismatic and caring.  Have a smile that could melt butter and a hug that can fend off the world's sorrows.  Be smart and a bit nerdy.  You have to be able to talk and drink - that way I can take you to family functions - and preferably love board games.

I'd be impressed if someone could actually name them all...

I think Renee, Bryan and Mom are the only ones that could.

I've always believed firmly in the idea that people come in and out of your life for a reason.  And I feel that is true of friendships and relationships.  These men filled different roles in my life, as people are doing now, and will do so in the future.

It stands to reason that you could discern a pattern from your past, but if that's the case, and it's still your past, does that mean you should try and break the pattern in order to obtain a future?  I'm not sure, but that sounded deep.  ;0)  I hope I didn't embarrass anyone by posting this.

~ Laura