‘What’s your type?’ Is what she asked me.
We were sitting at a small table outside, at a bar, in a not so busy neighborhood.
I was wearing a sweater, although the weather was still very nice.
I could hear the music coming from inside the wine bar.
Cozy is best how I would describe it.
I was looking in front of me.
Not sure what she really wanted to know or hear.
Just a typical question, when it comes to dating.
Is what I was thinking.
‘Blond and blue eyes’. Is what I said.
I couldn’t come up with something different.
‘What’s yours? I asked her.
‘Hot’ is what she answered.
She didn’t even think about it.
Not even a second.
At the same time she was saying this, she took her phone and showed me some pictures.
The contrast of our answers couldn’t be bigger.
Is something physical a type? I was thinking.
Blond hair and blue eyes, in my case.
Or something that we think that should be a type can also be something we can be attracted to? Something that we can’t touch or grasp?
And if it all, is something we can’t touch a type?
In this example, is ‘hot’ a type?
When it comes to love, should ‘your type’ be something you can touch?
As love in itself is something ‘untouchable’.
Is there any relation between love and hot? And should it be?
But maybe that’s something to think about another time.
My mind was still spinning of what hot really means.
At least to me.
Apparently she had already found that answer and it was even out on social media.
‘Definetly hot’, is what I said to her.