I got an email today that got me thinking about what kind of man is my 'type'. Typically speaking, I am physically attracted to men who are tall, dark, and handsome * how cliche, hey? *, but I have always assumed that is because my dad is a tall, dark, and handsome Jew...therefore, I tend to lean towards those types of men. That look is familiar to me. When I really think back on the men I had a really deep connection with, few were that physical type.
The last relationship I had was the Brit. He was the farthest thing from tall, dark, or very handsome (to be honest). His skin was so white that if he got the right angle he could literally reflect the sun off his forehead and strike someone blind. He had super blue eyes and greying red hair. Yep, freckles too. It certainly wasn't his look that interested me. He was genuine and kind of strange in a fun way. He has that accent and a different way of looking at life. He laughed a lot, smiled almost all the time, and not much seemed to 'get' to him. Not to mention, he was good at planning our dates and activities. I liked that a lot. I felt nurtured.
Before him was a Dutchman. He had hair as white as snow and NO he wasn't Santa Clause. Far from it. He had a swimmers build, grey/blue eyes, and a smile that could melt snow. He wasn't the most interesting person in the world, not a whole lot ot say about much of anything really, but he oozed sex appeal. Like one of those long haired hunks on the cover of a romance novel. Who needs to talk when you're hot, right? There were a couple other attributes that kept me interested; he was easy to be around, he loves Blues music like myself, and well...hmmm...Oh Lord, it really is only two things - I guess that is it. It was 90% physical - I am more shallow than I like to believe.
Before the Dutchman was the Israeli Jew. * FINALLY, a Jew! *. He was a living, breathing cartoon character. He claimed to be 5'8, but was 5'5; spoke with a thick, LOUD Israeli accent; he possessed more confidence than Don Juan, Brat Pitt, and Prince Charming combined; he worked in high tech security * of course *; and he absolutely adored the fact that I am a halfbreed Jew. I have no idea why, but it was very endearing. He certainly was not the best looking man I have ever dated * He is no Jeff Goldblum *, but I 'got' him and he seemed to be very comfortable with me. What I really liked about him was everything I wrote above. We met and it was like we had known each other forever. * Very cool.* He even went to church with me * his idea * with the disclaimer that he wouldn't be saying 'Jesus is God' but he liked Christian church - and he liked me more. The Israeli was passionate about LIFE and didn't apologize for it. * Maybe when you come from a country where your Sunday afternoon dinner could literally be disrupted by a scud missile, you appreciate more *. He wanted to take me to Tel Aviv to meet his mother and when I protested, mentioning the possibility of a bombing ruining our vacation * or life * he looked at me in dismay and say "Baby, that is only on the Gaza!". You gotta love a Jew :)
Before my Israeli was a huge Austrian. Again, this man had grey hair, super blue eyes, and nearly translucent skin. He stood over 6' and my friends often referred to him as 'Shrek' (only because he was built like a line backer). He was gregarious to say the least. I don't think he ever met a stranger, the man had the best social skills I have ever seen. He devoured life in general and wanted to experience everything he could in this life. * That can be very attractive and terrifying at the same time * He loved to cook for me and I am always drawn to men who nurture. We both loved adventure; live music venues; family; and Jesus. We had a lot of fun for sure.
When I compiled this list I realized that I don't really have a TYPE. Not physically for sure. I have dated Italians, Germans, Cajuns, Irishmen, and all around mutts. Outside of my Dutchman * who wasn't a very deep well * what all the other men share was a nurturing, outgoing, confident personality that was full of LIFE. They all had sex appeal in their own way * the Dutchman excelled in the 'in your face' variety * Yes, I am drawn to those qualities. I like genuine men. Men who know what they want and go after it. Men who have something inside them that makes them stand out. It isn't just the physical.
More anything that these men possessed in themselves was the way they make me feel about myself. They all made me feel special, attractive, needed, and wanted. The man who is my type is the man who convinces me that I am HIS type.
Good day! This post could not be written any better! Reading this post reminds me of my old room mate! He always kept talking about this. I will forward this page to him. Fairly certain he will have a good read. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: elena | 01/27/2013 at 05:43 AM