I was hanging out in the Twitterverse the other night and read a tweet asking: “Do you have a type?” This tweet came from a professional matchmaker, so I only assume it was for market research. Still, I had to wonder.
When it comes to sexual attraction, is there such as thing as a Type?
I used to be attracted to bad boys, which I think is a direct correlation between my lack of self-esteem at the time and the fact my step-dad was an ass. Perhaps this was a normal stage of teenage rebellion, but I loved breaking rules and the dudes who came with it.
A little later in life I gravitated toward intellect. I dated Gerry who was kind of a social misfit, but a member of Mensa, which I loved. Chalk it up to the fact I was finally out on my own, away from my home town and experiencing new ideologies, but I really dug smart men. I found it sexy when Gerry nailed every category on Jeopardy, when I was still trying to figure out where Louis XIV died in 1715 during the closing credits.
By the time I reached my thirties, I found myself attracted to Metrosexuals. No longer drooling for the cigarette smoking rebels or quirky braniacs, I lusted for a man who knew his way around a well tailored suit and the nearest Banana Republic. The sharper, the better. And if he smelled as fresh as he looked, I was a goner.
My love life seemed to shock everyone I knew when I turned 40. I dated Kevin, a transgendered man (born female, has transitioned to male). Those who know me well, know I’ve dipped in the lady pond during my party years as a stripper, but even this was surprising. What I fell for in Kevin was his loving heart and kindness beyond measure.
Every person I was with was part of an amazing journey to myself; major lessons were learned and I am thankful for the experiences. But who the hell am I attracted to now? I’d like to think a little piece of my dating past had weaved its way in to the fabric of my Sexy Barometer today.
I am drawn to someone who:
- Lives with conviction (the modern day bad boy)
- Is witty (nothing sexier than a smart, funny man)
- Takes care of himself (I still melt when I see a well dressed man)
- Has character (someone who does the right thing, even when no one is watching)
I won’t get in to chemistry, because who the hell knows why we are drawn to one person versus another when it comes to naked play time.
So there you have it. I guess I do have a type. Mr-Well-Dressed-Witty-Nice-Guy-With-An-Edge.
What’s yours?
Christine Macdonald 
I would qualify for two out of four.leaving you guessing!
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Witty nice guy?
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smiling
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Intelligent, great sense of humor, professional and decease free…..either sex.Big freakin' turn on.
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Almost every guy I've ever dated has been different than every other guy. For the longest time I thought maybe I didn't have a type at all. Then I started doing yearly lists detailing who I am and what I wanted out of a partner (here is 2011's: http://trixieracerblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-my-ideal-partner-2011.html). From these lists, I now see I definitely have a type. It isn't related to looks–it goes more to the core of who a person is.
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So… I'm thinking anonymous thinks he's immortal? As to your question: who wants to be typecast?
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@Anonymous – The sense of humor is a must!@Trixie – Oh, I will have to read your post and page. Thanks for stopping by. @IT – That's exactly why I am asking the question – I don't think anyone is typecasting on conscious level. But it does seem we gravitate to similar types of people with similar character traits.
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