What’s your ideal type?
“Ideal type? Never something I put much thought into.” He shrugs, eyebrows furrowing together as he tried to imagine in his mind just exactly who he could consider in that category. Funny people still wondered about those, a specific person couldn’t possibly meet everyone and anyone’s expectations. Especially his-- he was, to politely put, not confident in relationships nor with the right amount of experience.
Long term, at least. Flings here and there had been what molded what you can call an idea type.
“Maybe just someone who understands me. Someone who.. compliments me. Can’t have too much of the same personality clashing, and I already know how difficult I am. Two difficult, broken people.. I guess, just the right amount of soft and rough, the right amount of connection. I have to want to be around them, because if I prefer them over alone time then I know they’re worth it and that they’re truly something special.”
He pauses and breathes out. “So, I guess I want someone to love me, understand me, and want to be around someone like me. That is an ideal type, right? They don’t even have to be beautiful, I suppose that would be a perk.”
