A Big Girl Rant: My type’s type
Filed Under: Dating
There is a man who is always willing to help me with anything. He regularly expresses his interest in me and tells me how attractive I am. He even offers to drive me to work if the weather is bad and he always opens doors for me.
This man is the doorman of my building.
I often find myself being hit on by men who are not at all “my type” from homeless men, to men with no teeth, to loud construction workers. I am constantly being approached, yet I have no real prospects.
Its very frustrating to get dolled up in a cocktail dress with heels and a the perfect clutch, to have spent a ridiculous amount of time on hair and nails and make-up and feel your absolute best, only to walk into an event full of eligible bachelors who ignore you.
Its even more frustrating when the the only time you do get approached is on your way to the bathroom when the janitor, who is old enough to be your father, says “you got some pretty legs”.
This has been my struggle in New York. If I had to paint a picture of the ideal man for me he would be tall, educated, professional, smart and I’d prefer him not to be overweight. But the men who fit that profile are not the men who are interested in me.
I’m just not “my types” type.
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May
