My Type

At first, I didn’t have a type. My high school crushes were catholic: brunettes, blondes, and a redhead.
Then I fell hard, for Michelle, the woman I was to marry. She was a cute brunette (half-Italian, and other non-Nordic genes) who wore glasses, and the die was cast. As it happens, time and time again, that’s the type of woman I’m drawn to. (And, I should say: not just any kind of brunette.
Not that I’m exclusive, mind you: Marcy is a strawberry blonde, Ariel doesn’t wear glasses, though she is a brunette. (The “wrong” kind, however: her hair is medium brown, but “my” brunettes tend to have darker hair.)
The funny thing is, the pattern developed slowly. Looking back on my 11 mostly-faithful husbandly years, I don’t recall finding any particular “type” attractive, though I can remember at least one wistful interest who fit the bill.
No, my pattern emerged when I met Jeannie, the crazy woman who I dated on the rebound. (She was hesitant to get involved for that reason, but couldn’t help herself. But I digress.)
Jeannie was the only woman I ever met in a non-traditional way, on a phone personals site called TelePersonals. I was very clear that I was separated when I left my ad, and even (slyly) left it as a “looking for friends” ad. We started exchanging messages, and agreed to meet for coffee.
I went to her door, and there she was, an Italian brunette, wearing glasses. It took me a while, in fact, to decide whether or not I was attracted to her, but her attraction to me resulted in my attraction to her, and we had a lot of fucking like bunnies for the next 8 months.
About a month later, I met Misty. She came up to me at the social hour before a presentation, and I thought “Wow, she has good taste (in my lecture field), and she’s cute, too!” You guessed it: brown hair, glasses.
I noticed Hilary (my platonic Ph.D. student crush) across the room a few years later, sitting with Misty and pointing her out as someone I found attractive. Same routine, and it would never have gone further, but she came over to talk to me after my lecture, and when I found out she was a grad student in my field, I made a point of seeking her out for coffee. And lunches. And dinners. And drinks. All over the next 3-1/2 years. Each time framed by hello and goodbye hugs, and one kiss, the last time I saw her.
Imagine my joy when I realized that the internet is for porn, and I could search for girls (not just brunettes, mind you!) with glasses online. My favorite: Joy of Spex.
This is all by way of saying I’ve found a new favorite visual lady online: Dacia. Add her stunning tats (f-holes on her back, for you string instrument lovers) and piercings (only one these days, I think, but her now-retired nipple piercings are immortalized in various older sets), and if my type sounds like your type, you’ll be amply rewarded. Oh, and I should mention her smart, sexy writing in her blog and elsewhere: that’s what really seals the deal.