Him: "Whad'ya mean 'type'?"
Me: "You know...type. Everyone has one. Do you prefer a blonde, a brunette, a ginger? Athletic? Short or tall? Quiet or talkative? Artistic or nerdy?"
This was the conversation my husband and I had on a long car ride once. A lot of laughter ensued, as well as a few new realizations.
I discovered, much to my relief and amazement, that I was indeed my husband's "type"--dark eyes, olive skin, and, ahem...curves. And to his surprise and amazement, he found that physically, he's not my "type" at all. Not to say I don't find my husband physically attractive--I think he's a total hottie!--but it's just that his build and features were not what I would have looked for when I was dating.
Him: "So what is your type, then?"
Me: "Honestly? Um...ok, I got it. Think Hugh Jackman in the Wolverine movies. Dark, broad-shouldered, mysterious."
Him: "Hahaha! So what type am I then?"
Me: "You're a Calvin Klein model: light complexion, slim, and athletic.
Yeah, my husband is not the picture I had in my mind when I used to think about my future husband. Not physically or in a lot of other ways. I used to think I would marry someone a lot like me. Instead I have someone who is in almost every way a complete opposite of me. And I love it! I love being introduced to the rugged, ever-changing, and sometimes dangerous world of my husband.
I would be lying if I said I have never been attracted to another guy, especially one that fits my "ideal type." But I try to keep in mind what a mentor once taught me while I was still single:
"Tall, dark, and handsome + 20 years = hunched, gray, and wrinkled." In other words, marry a man whose values will stand the test of time, because his looks won't (and to clarify, neither will mine!)
Behind my husband's honey-colored eyes and genuine smile (the first things I noticed about him when we met!) is a man who is patient, generous, and makes me laugh. We're not gray and wrinkled yet, but when we get there, I know those will be the traits I still find attractive in him!