If someone had asked me three years ago what my type was, I would've grinned and coyly replied that I didn't have one. Although I may not have had a single type per se, I definitely gravitated to a certain demographic. Then when Stephen and I started dating, a lot of people were caught off-guard because I appeared to have stepped outside of my cliché dating box. And yenno what? Praise Ganesha for that!
Aside from the physical traits that my type possessed pre-Stephen, in essence they all shared one common thing: they lacked goals. Sure they had big dreams of doing this, that, and this, but they weren't trying to manifest their dreams into a tangible reality. Most of them weren't going to school and were hustling in low-end jobs that they absolutely hated. And their dreams? They wanted the money, the cars, and the clothes, and I suppose the hoes. They wanted to live the cliché ideal good life, but they didn't wanna put in any work. They wanted to wife up a real good girl eventually, but in the meantime they were content with fooling around with a handful of sloppy broads. There was no future with any of them because they were too busy fucking around with the present.
At the time it didn't really matter to me because I also didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. But when I finally found myself and found direction in my life, I stopped wasting my time with dudes who were running around aimlessly.
I want a salary and a mortgage. I want a family. I want to be able to feed my family. I want to be able to afford most of the things my kids want. I want to live comfortably. And none of those things were going to be possible if I was head-over-heels with someone who was content with working at KFC with just a GED to his name.
Like Abi from Girls are the New Boys has repeatedly said, there is nothing sexier than someone who dreams big and is also working hard to achieve those dreams.
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