Type-O

Now that I have posted about the New Year's agreement, I have been asked by a few extra friends that want to participate: What is my type? I have thought about this, since I usually say O-neg, because I'm a smart ass. This got me thinking- which is almost as dangerous as my cooking. I know the qualities of the men I like, but I can't really define a "type." I also know what I don't like, so I guess I'll have to cover all the ground.

Sense of humor is by far the most important for me. That's what catches my eye to begin with, a great smile and a guy who's laughing. I like a guy that has messy hair. He can use product, but a clean cut, meticulous look says 'up tight' like nothing else. Honesty is more than huge, and so is sincerity. Gets along well with others, like, can you come to a party and only know me, but leave with 16 new friends to add to your MySpace? Gentle to rough kiss/touch transition. You know what I mean here. There is something to be said about a guy that knows the mood, and goes at the according speed. Not that I don't mind driving, myself. Hygiene is very important, as well. A guy that smells good is the kind you want to be closer to.

That isn't too much to ask is it? Sense of humor, social ability, passionate, considerate, hygienically conscious, honest and sincere. Not to forget educated- not like Yale or anything, but good conversation is what keeps people together longer than hot sex will. Somehow, finding a single man around my age with all of these qualities at once is difficult. I don't like men that make sexual jokes all the time- yes, as woman we actually do know that 87% of the time men are thinking or sex, BUT, you don't have to talk about it all the time. I don't like the extremes: Clinginess and apathy. They either call you 37 times a day, or every 37 days. There needs to be a happy medium. If you really like someone, yes you should want to spend time with them, no it should not be 20 out of the 24 hours of the day. Being mean, rude, liars, pimps, used car salesman, drug addicts, strip club addicts, gamblers, you know- all the ones your mom warns you about.

What this really comes down to, I think, is: What type of woman am I?

I laugh loud, and I laugh often. That is actually the common ground with my group of friends. I never lie, or feel guilty about things. I don't have to feel guilty, I generally weigh out my choices, or am too drunk when making them to be held accountable. I'm kind of a smartass, and kind of silly. My closest friends say I'm sweet, but if you just met me, you might swear I'm a bitch. I value my time, and I make time for the people and things that I care about. I love music- all types, loud and live, or soft and private. Hearing a guy playing a guitar while falling asleep has got to be on of my favorite memories of a past boyfriend. I am passionate and feisty. I am clean and considerate. I am stubborn and I'm selfish, and a survivor. I am the one to take the dare. I am extremely independent and I take care of myself. I don't think it's too much to ask for a man who would treat me better than I treat myself. I know that when I look at it in black and white- well, puse and white- that I'm a little overwhelming. *sigh, deep breath in and out* I guess that's the problem.