What Is My Type, Anyway?

"I'm working on getting you a date," B says during our thrice-daily phone conversation at work today. I was pretty flattered that she's taken an interest in my love life, considering she has no girlfriends. See, B's answers to my wish of I-wanna-girlfriend-for-Christmas gift was to a) get me a hooker (which she didn't do,) and b) buy me a plastic blow-up-doll named "Judy" (which she did.) Believe me, I was humored. She actually took the time to listen.

But today's conversation meant that she actually wanted to make "Judy" a real girl, and all I could do was shut up and let the girl do her thing. The end result was a fourth person showing up to the movies tonight.

While I got along with Tina just fine, I found myself taking an extra interest in her for two reasons. The first reason was, among other things, that Tina supposedly had a bevy of cute girls to introduce me to. The second was that I secretly suspected B wanted the two of us to get together.

This was largely based on how she phrased the question, "SO, what did you think of Tina," after she went her own way home after the movie.

I thought she was nice, so I said, "I thought she was nice." And I did.

But it brought up a larger question about me and my taste in women, or at least, how other people perceive it: What exactly is my type in women?

See, for a long time, I liked bad girls (I say this now in hindsight, though I think it's still a valid part of my current DNA.) I liked bad girls because they represent everything I thought I wanted in a woman-- lady in the street, freak in the bed. That's pretty much it. It's because of this I had a string of infatuations with coke-addled girls, women with boyfriends (in prison!), and ladies with a penchant for lying. A lot. This was pretty much true until about almost 2 years ago.

I then went into a phase of just exclusively unavailable women. Married women or girls with boyfriends weren't exactly all that are included in this category. Emotionally unavailable chicas, too. This group includes B (boyfriend), PG (too f*ckin' busy/boyfriend), and the girl from my last few posts (emotionally unavailable/suspected druggie-- There. I said it.)

Which brings me up to today. I somehow think B imagines my dream girl to be *nice* and *intelligent*, but I'm not exactly sure how Tina fits into my type. Maybe that's B's point. She doesn't think Tina does. (Though, to be quite honest, I think B harbors a secret crush on me. This is based on the fact that I asked her if my future prospects would be "hot", to which B replied, "Not as hot as me." And given that, tonight's encounter would put B a few points ahead of her in the physically attractive category; shallow, I know, but just being honest. That, and the fact about the cab ride 8 months ago when B confessed that she "loved me.")

I will say this. I caught myself checking PG out yesterday wearing her eyeglasses. Now, knowing PG for over a year, I've been attracted to her since almost day one. And with her glasses on (which she wears a few times a year,) I was definitely digging her "sexy-nerdy" vibe. I'm pretty sure that's because I still crush on her something fierce, but it got me thinking on whether I'm pre-dispositioned toward that kind of a (nerdy) girl because of my first girlfriend.

Now my first girlfriend did a number on me. She was a girl with big (read: huge) glasses. Add a tie-dye shirt, and a short haircut that parted down the middle, and you have yourself class-A nerd. I was a junior back then, so I had gotten past my nerdy phase and was venturing into man-territory. I liked her because she was "cute." But while we were going out, she lost the glasses, let her hair grow out, got some earrings, and suddenly became "hot." Too hot, I must say to the point where she dumped me because I suddenly wasn't "hot enough."

Not saying that is the case here. But I wonder if that is why I like girls like Rachel Leigh Cook, or Jennifer Love Hewitt. Or why I still dig PG even though she's all horn-rimmed out. Or why I caught myself wondering if tonight's Tina was my last chance at romance.

I don't know. I really don't think I can figure this out. I think the connection to my first girlfriend and explicit hotness was inasmuch a big step tonight. I had never realized this before tonight's walk home from the train.

I think the bigger question to ask B tomorrow is whether or not she sees me with that kind of girl. I wonder if it's because those kinds of girls are "safe"? They're brainy, and 9 times out of 10 they're "cute," so you can't really go wrong, can you?

I just think I meant for someone a little more of the "sexy-sexy" vibe, you know?

Ah, who knows?

Oh, and, by the way... I caught up with the ex-girl a few years ago. Guess what? She got fat. Need I say more?