When I first started dating my boyfriend, I thought he was cool, fun, sweet and charming—basically everything you'd want in a guy—but I had a hard time getting past the fact that he wasn't my usual type. At the time, I had never even been to Europe, so dating a Brit was something that I never imagined for myself. Plus, he has a fair complexion and blue eyes and light brown hair—in the past I typically liked guys with my same coloring. And, while he has played on various soccer teams and appreciates a good Knicks or Yankees game, he just isn't very sporty. His gym attire screams Euro and he looks a bit awkward in baseball caps. (Sorry hun, you know it's true).
I suppose I had always pictured someone like Mark Wahlberg for myself—baggy jeans, Timberland boots, scruffy facial hair. (Who didn't though, right?) However, I must say that while Boston accents are so so sexy, British accents are definitely sexier. Obvi.
In the last three and a half years, I've traveled more and seen more places than I have ever dreamed about, and that's thanks to my boyfriend. If it weren't for him, I'd still be an uncultured girl from Kentucky without a passport. Because of him, my mind is more curious and open, and I'm chasing after dreams that I never thought would be in reach. And it's because of him, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. (Minus the empty bank account, of course). The moral of the story? Throw your checklist away. No guy will have everything you think you want, and if he does, he probably won't be as wonderful as you imagined.
Can anyone else relate here? Have you dated someone who wasn't your type?