and by “type”, i’m referring to a set of physical traits that you look for in a boy or girl you’d like to date. let’s place personalities aside for now.
i was talking to an old friend earlier this week and he was telling me the story of a girl with the most beautiful soul… a soul that was clearly superior to her physical features. i could tell that he was falling for her—falling for her hard. when i asked why he hadn’t made a move yet, he replied with something so unbelievably shallow that it hurts me to even repeat his words.
not every girl can have a nice ass. not every boy can be a 6 foot tall blonde with blue eyes. not every girl can be petite and slender with long, voluminous hair. not every boy can be a musician with broad shoulders. not every girl looks like a television star. a lot of the time, our “dream boys” and “dream girls” exist exactly where they belong—in our dreams… or on tumblr.
if you live your life with such high expectations of a significant other, you’re going to miss out on what truly matters beneath the surface.
what i’m trying to say is, you don’t get to choose the person you fall for. your heart does. the person you fall for may not fit your “type”, but i’m sure he or she can stir your heart with emotions you never knew existed. it’s a fucking fact. from personal experience, & even through lessons i’ve learned vicariously, once you get over looking for someone who fits your “type”, you’ll come across something better. something real.
i have been dumped for this reason. I was not specifically told it was for this reason, that i wasn’t their “type”, but in the end, via putting puzzle pieces and snatches of confidences to mutual friends, it came out that that was ultimately it. It sucks. it hurts. but you move on. that’s probably harder than finding it out, and it’s almost impossible to get it out of your head in the end, but you grow past it.