I didn’t really have a type for a while. I thought I was into random hipster dudes that had similar taste in music and could get into art? I think my absence of a type had more to do with my own lacking identity though. Now that that crisis has sufficiently been resolved, I’m unveiling a clearer picture of who I am looking for.
I am going to talk about my type, not that anyone cares. Below is my list:
- A bit of an adrenaline junkie
- Loves being in nature
- Likes traveling to developing countries
- Likes spending time in nature while abroad
- Bonus points if he has long hair or a mustache or both. I fucking love hair.
That’s pretty simple right? Add in good mental health and attractiveness and you have someone that I would 100% date. I don’t care too much about career or money.
I keep getting sucked into Colorado boys and am half tempted to travel there for two weeks and go on a series of dates until I track down some mildly feral mountain man with a giant beard and piercing blue eyes. I like sitting in my apartment dreaming about my type, trying to tap into the energy of the person I am looking for.
When I was at the Patagonia store I came across a book on mountain climbing in the sixties and totally had a thing for the guy on the cover. When I was in my early 20s my mom said I liked rugged men and I rolled my eyes at her, mostly because I was ashamed of my taste. Rugged had a different connotation with her, but now that I’m older and wiser it’s something I’m tuning into with a startling specificity.
Love is such a unique life experience because it gives us a chance to meet and explore someone who could have a very different life from us. There is something so foreign about another human being, and taking the time to unpack their reality and become deeply acquainted with them feels like the beginning of a long and mysterious journey.
The book on mountain climbing in the 60s talked about a small group of climbers that spent the majority of their time living in vans in Yosemite, hopelessly devoted to climbing. I thought about the unusual energy and sense of community that made up their lives. When I think about love, I think about a person condensed with a unique sense of energies to tap into. When we are scrolling through dating apps, I feel like we are looking for an emotional adventure in another human being. When Cleopatra met Julius Caesar, she was wrapped in a rug and unrolled before him. Not much has changed since then. We still seek out the spectacle in love, trying to unearth a theatrical life experience that pierces the core of our being, and opens the door to a new emotional reality.
a soft death 