My "Type."

Today in Henry World, the topic of "types" surfaced in coworker conversation. Seeing as how I work at H&M, and H&M is a strangely haute couture concept in Hicktown, USA, all of my coworkers are either women or gay men (± standard deviation of some straight dudes and lesbians)--which means that the topic of "types" centered around the topic of "boys." Go figure.

I became immediately fascinated with the topic when one boy pointed out his personal repulsion to pretty boys. Why? Because I luv pretty boys.

     "Yeah, the whole blonde hair blue eyes thing? Gross."
     "Really?" I asked. "Then what are you attracted to."
     "Black hair, green eyes. Just strong, confident, and strikingly masculine *orgasmic sigh."
     "So you're not into baby faced dudes at all?"
     "Nope. Not at all."

Isn't it freaking interesting how we humans can have such different standards of attraction? Yes, I am aware that none of this is particularly "news," but think about it! Our brains are wired so differently in terms of what types of people we're attracted to--how weird! Like, why in the world do tasteless freaks people find Robert Downy Jr., Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom and Robert Pattinson to be so attractive? Don't we all agree that those mofos don't have anything on truly attractive men like Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Josh Hartnett, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Zac Efron? And don't even get me started on this ridiculous Ryan Gosling fest.

Personally, I find myself repeatedly throughout my lifetime only being attracted to pretty men. "Babyfaced beauties," as some of my friends and I refer to them as. A sick haircut with punk rock clothes ripped and studded all over, but a beautiful porcelain doll-face that completely juxtaposes everything else about him. Like the OLD Ash Stymest.

*orgasmic sigh

, Henry