You're Just Not My Type

Everyone has preferences.

As unique and varied as every individual is from one another, so are the many inclinations each of us have. That's just a given in life. It's as inescapable as the air we breathe or the rising and setting of the sun. Preferences are a fixed part of our existence.

The assortment of our favorites and fancies, however, have become either a cause for coalescing in the interest of unity in diversity and appreciation of prevalent differences, or a reason for rejecting oneness for fear of inviting chaos into our personal spaces and possibly falling flat on our faces.

One particular predilection that would usually have an unfavorable response from others is our preference for a specific set of qualities by which we might consider forming a romantic relationship with a certain person. We know this aptitude more personally -- and popularly -- by the term TYPE.

Everyone has a type.

Whether it's an affinity for smart, laid-back, athletic, or funny males, or a proclivity for bright, docile, strong, or feisty females, we all have a type. It's a good thing, too, because it actually helps us narrow down our dating (and mating) choices. Otherwise we'd all have to date every single person we meet in order to find that one person that we would eventually deem worthy of our affections. That would just be too tedious.

Thank God for personal preferences.

It saves us the hassle of having to sit through hours of wining, dining and chitchatting with people we really do not have a natural liking for. That's actually saying a lot coming from an introvert such as myself. So, having a type -- a set of personality traits, attitudes, and looks one tends to lean towards -- benefits us in searching for a suitable lifetime partner.

So, having said all that and bearing in mind that every individual has different predispositions, should a person feel bad about themselves when they are told, "You're just not my type?" Because somewhere down the road, regardless of how good looking or charismatic or intelligent we are (or think we are), someone's bound to not choose us or even prefer us.

Everyone has preferences.

That's just how it is. And because it is what it is, someone's preferences may not include the qualities and attitudes you've grown up with or learned over the years regardless of how nice or how nasty you may be. Somebody might not even be enthusiastic about the glow of your visage and how you've been rocking that look since you were born. Don't take offense, though. That's just how it is.

Humans are subject to certain inclinations that we oftentimes have little or no control over. Yet at other times our preferences are just that: preferences. We are drawn to certain traits over others, choose certain styles over others, lean towards certain guises over others. These are choices and not necessarily depreciative of another person's character or a statement about their appearance or who they are.

Everyone has a type.

Whether it is a set of idiosyncrasies, countenances, and attributes, most of the time our affinities have no intention of denigrating the value of other people. It just so happens that certain individuals do not fall into the category of being our type. And that's okay.

So, if you happen to be at the receiving end of that, do not fret, faint, or be forlorn. Because while you may not be one person's choice of friend, romantic partner, or future spouse, you will someday, somehow, somewhere along the way be someone else's type...

...if you are not already!


And that's no hype.