against type
this past weekend, i met up with my senior year roommates for kind of a reunion dinner/drinking excursion in downtown chicago. we went to this awesome little chinese place, where the (mostly white) waiters were dressed in ridiculous "authentic" chinese garb, and then headed over to an AMAZING piano bar called howl at the moon for drinks and more roommate fun.
i had a LOVELY time, and had a few drinks, and sang along to every song, and danced around like an idiot and APPARENTLY made quite the impression on a friend of one of my old roommate. AND, at some point in the night that i don't remember, i apparently gave this kid my number.
today, the boy calls, and leaves my voicemail a lovely message that essentially invites himself out to the suburbs so that i can show him around and party with him.
my response to this is somewhat lukewarm.
i mentioned this to my old roommate, and she tells me that she can tell he really isn't my type, and that she's not terribly suprised by my reaction to him. and i have to think about this. i mean, really, what IS my type? if i look back over the boys i've dated and been with and hung out with and so on have been:
this boy, while tremendously smart, and a bit of a smartass - was not nearly big enough of an asshole for my tastes. and while i realize that sounds really dirty, it's just that my sense of humor is kind of abrasive and cynical. i eat nice boys like that for breakfast.
does EVERYONE have a type? are we constantly looking for someone who fits a predetermined idea of who we SHOULD want because of who we've wanted in the past? and what happens when we date outside our type?
moreover, because i'm super-nosy and can't mind my own business - what's YOUR type?
i had a LOVELY time, and had a few drinks, and sang along to every song, and danced around like an idiot and APPARENTLY made quite the impression on a friend of one of my old roommate. AND, at some point in the night that i don't remember, i apparently gave this kid my number.
today, the boy calls, and leaves my voicemail a lovely message that essentially invites himself out to the suburbs so that i can show him around and party with him.
my response to this is somewhat lukewarm.
i mentioned this to my old roommate, and she tells me that she can tell he really isn't my type, and that she's not terribly suprised by my reaction to him. and i have to think about this. i mean, really, what IS my type? if i look back over the boys i've dated and been with and hung out with and so on have been:
- gorgeous. and i really really mean that.
- smart.
- confident, usually to the point of being at least a LITTLE cocky.
- smartasses/assholes - in one capacity or another.
this boy, while tremendously smart, and a bit of a smartass - was not nearly big enough of an asshole for my tastes. and while i realize that sounds really dirty, it's just that my sense of humor is kind of abrasive and cynical. i eat nice boys like that for breakfast.
does EVERYONE have a type? are we constantly looking for someone who fits a predetermined idea of who we SHOULD want because of who we've wanted in the past? and what happens when we date outside our type?
moreover, because i'm super-nosy and can't mind my own business - what's YOUR type?