I used to only want to date twinks with high cheekbones and higher spirits, but then came the stretch where black guys, any black guys, were the only choice for me and I never wanted to see a pasty-faced tse-tse fly again.
After that, I went through an “anything goes” phase where I dropped the idea of having a type and simply opened myself up to experiencing humanity in all of its manifold varieties, quirks, and bank accounts.
And now I’m pretty much alone.
How about you? Do you have a type? Is it as rigid as a neckbrace or can you veer from it if the person is right?
And have you ever delved into your psychological background to wonder, “Why do I only like ruddy cheeked Swedes with a hunchback?”