1. It has to have at least two women in it
2. Who talk to each other
3. About something besides a man
While waiting by the window sill, a new found friendship was beginning to unfold as we tried to find points of similarities to cue the conversation. Both drawn by the tight grasp of a couple walking by, we then shifted our gazes of confirmation at each other, immediately understanding the budding question that was waiting for an answer to be found. “Why are we not in relationships?” she beat me with her growing curiousity. And I couldn’t deliver anything but laughter as I wonder how she thought asking me was a good idea, as if I withheld a sort of magic answer that was a one-fit-for-all solution. Even if I did, I would have long used it and depleted it of all its energy. Naturally, the mandatory and ever so essential question of “What’s your type?” haunted my mind to thought. I suppose that
depending on my answer, it could possibly alter the fate of our friendship: whether it is to continue or not. Trust me, the last thing you want is to have the same type as your friends. I’ve been there. So I answer, “I like men who are kind, honest and hardworking…” and the lists goes on.Yet despite fulfilling the criteria of answering her question in great detail, she shook her head and stared at me in confusion. Alike many of my other friends, she also did not approve of my answer and began to rephrase the question. “No, I mean what kind of guys do you like, physically speaking?”And yet, I stubbornly insisted on my previous answer. “It really doesn’t matter”, I would say, resisting any dose of shallow trait embedded in me for naturally being human.Though to appease her from knowing we would
not have any future cat fights, I mention the oddity of having mostly fallen for half-Japanese men, best described by the oxymoron of ‘cute masculinity’. However, that is the extent of my nondescript type and I find myself returning to mentions of personalities such as musicians who easily pull my heartstrings or few, muscular men; very little for the eye-candy but more so the attraction to the implied idea that they are characters of perseverance and place great importance in health. I suppose that throughout the years of repetitive behaviour in liking the same kind of men, ‘my type’ was someone who I shared similar interests, beliefs and values with. After all, physical attraction can only go so far, (cue the cliché), it’s what inside that matters.