What is your type?
The market is flooded with books, articles and magazines that tell women "how to find the right match" but very few will talk about the after math of the unexpected events. One thing I've learned from my strangely fascinating love life is that unfortunately guys are the most unreliable creatures on this planet. As blunt as my statement may sound it's the cruel reality of the facts...Their unreliability is subsequent to their inability to channel their feelings and express in a proper way their emotions.
For the past 2 years I've had no luck or horrid luck on meeting decent fellows and with such love record my friends keep asking me "what is your type" ?...Aside from questioning the fact that my friends are worried about my love life what truly puts the interrogation mark in mind is the question itself... "what is my type"?
I wonder who the hell invented the different variations of "types"... I find that types can be compared to styles in fashion because it's hard to specify a certain style and categorize that this and that person have these styles...
When someone asks me "what is your style" I'm as lost as when someone asks me "what is your type of guy"... I don't have a style I just wear what I like and I like what I wear... I wear whatever suits me and feels good to my skin... and I think the same principle applies to "what is my type "... I don't have a type but as any other girl I'm equipped with a sixth sense that tells me if it has clicked or not....
I don't have a "type" but whenever I don't like the guy I'm fully aware that he is not my type... I've recently realised that when things don't work out with someone it's not my heart that is broken but my ego... Because I may not have been into this guy but because he cut me off I'm hurt... I guess it's slightly comforting to know that I'm not upset over a guy but that my ego is hurt... although no guy is worth getting your ego bruised.
My dating journeys always (until now) ends on a black hole note but after wandering in these love mazes I always learn something and this time I've learned to listen to my intuition more than anything. There is a reason why red flags exist! I mean a mate with two cats and en e-bike... now that's a red flag my dears...
Photography by Yousuf Hasan
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