In a recent discussion with Pants and Mandy it was decided that neither knew my type.
I’m beginning to think that maybe I don’t have one. (Yay!)
We recounted suitors, stories and crushes from my past. The only common characteristic that we could come up with was dorky.
DORKY (Hey, if I can sit on a cupcake, I can date dorky.)
Good starting point, Busy Pretending.
On the other hand, the possibilities are endless; I don’t have a type.