If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: I truly don’t have a “type” when it comes to dating (see my previous on the topic here). But, now that I am happily settled in to a fulfilling long-term relationship, I am frequently reminded of all of the men that I’ve dated that were really (and I mean REALLY) bad ideas. Because, while I may not have a physical type that I am most attracted to (that I’m a sucker for a nice ass in jeans and tight arms in a simple tee), there are typically personality traits that I find most sexy. Sadly, though, you have to go on a date or two to sometimes discover these personality traits which means that I’ve been on some pretty awful dates. So, let’s take a journey down memory lane together and relive on of my most awkward and mismatched dating experiences to date: dating a pretty boy from San Francisco.
For starters, anyone who knows me knows that I’m a sucker for a man in a suit. Now, I’m not necessarily a fan of a man who wears a suit daily. However, the sneaky surprise of seeing man rugged manly man all trim and tidy in a suit is enough to send shivers down my spine. SIGH…. And a great smelling cologne? I swoon. Seriously. I’ve dated my fair share of what may be referred to as a metro man. You may even call them a Renaissance Man, too. But, dating a bona fide pretty boy? Look, that just isn’t for me. I like stubble. I like rough hands. I like jeans and white tees. I like heavy lifting, athleticism, and a kind smile.
But, dating a bona fide pretty boy? Look, that just isn’t for me. Still, I gave Chase a chance. It only seemed fair.
I suppose I just had a hard time finding this while I was actively dating around. Which is what lead me to Match.com earlier this year. Which lead me to giving a pretty boy a chance (I mean, it only seemed fair). Which lead to Chase. And, yes, he does look an awful lot like the man in the image below.
::shake my head::
However, Chase and I agreed to meet up again, and took to occasional texting to keep in touch. Well, that promise of a second date should’ve become null and void when I received the following photos from Chase via text earlier one afternoon:
Chase took photos of me off of my Match.com profile and added fluffy little furry felines in to them.
Then texted them to me.
Shame on me for not running away right then and there….