Are You My Type?
I finally decided to slog through the match.com physical attraction test this weekend. I know I should have been working on a script or at least going out for coffee with a friend. Instead I answered a series of questions and clicked on photos of men to indicate my preferences. Because I am so stupid I need match.com to tell me what I like, apparently.
Good news for Robert and Wayne. You are my type! Bad news for me. You both have boyfriends.
Here's what I learned about myself:
I am consistently attracted to Asian men. I am definitely attracted to Black men. Of the Caucasian men I found attractive, most had tanned or darker skin with deep brown or black hair.
My tastes are not as mainstream as I thought. I like guys with a few extra pounds, am attracted to men with shaved or bald heads and am turned on by a mysterious "Mona Lisa" smile. Huh.
All qualified men, please report to my e-mail box immediately. One caveat - if Robert or Wayne break up with their boyfriends, they will move to the front of the line.
Here is what I know that match.com does not:
I am so turned on by wrestlers and have an extreme wrestling fetish.
I would rather feel a flexed bicep than nearly any other body part.
Accents are hot, and especially a Jersey or NY accent.
Noisy sex is fun.
Bloggers are sexy.