confession.

I have always heard people talk about having a "type" when looking for a partner.

I don't think I have a "type". I know what it isn't..

Too greasy.

Too dirty.

Too ... *shudder*.

I've had crushes on every type.

In the past:

I know he looks like a girl. Go ahead, judge me.

First posters on my bedroom wall were of this hottie. Thanks Tiger Beat!

I had (have?) these teeth too. Total soulmates.

I had a thing for curly hair. And, I mean, look at that piercing gaze..

Okay, so looking back on it, that theme was "Dirty-blond Girly White Boys". Whatever.

And more recently:

I know he's gay. So what.

My brain is mush. So manly.

Tattttooooos.. and dreads.. and that raspy voice..

See? No themes. None. I have no explanation.

I should point out that I am most attracted to this guy:


Who is about the manliest man I could find. So maybe the Ricky Martin obsession is for when I'm feeling especially pre-pubescent?