I didn’t realize I had a type till I realized it. Like I’ve never been like oh yeah this gets my goat, of you know what I mean. But after several women I’ve realized that I do indeed have a type. Short like 4’11-5-3. Blonde. Blue eyes. Big chested. And full of problems. It wasn’t until I actually ended up loving one of them and ironically losing them that I realized this. Because I took a step back and looked at all of my relationships. There is only one outlier. She was tall, red haired and flat chested. But super freaky. TBH since I found this out I’ve been trying to avoid my type, but damn if they aren’t the most attractive/ interesting bunch there is.
