Types for Love

It's so interesting. Funny and sad and predictable that I think that we all have our types. The types that we want to be intimate with.

For example, I know alot of white guys who only like asian women eventhough alot of pretty white women swoon over them. [Mind you they wouldn't kick out a hot, lean Russian girl out of bed either. Conversely, I'm a 'yellow' guy who only like white women.] But they highly prefer and are aroused by asian women in almost all cases. Then there are women who will only date tall guys or someone who has a tatoo or is really muscular or really nerdy. Types can be very very specific and exclusive-- almost microscopic. But diverse as the biosphere.

Then there are girls who will only date WASPY guys who have the Hamptons lifestyle or Martha's Vineyard lifestyle. Then there are girls who only like black guys who like hip hop (quite the opposite of the former). And guys who only like girls with big boobs or is voluptuous.

It's wierd that we all have a mental map, an irrevocable blueprint of what works and doesn't work for one's arousal.

But this is actually according to nature and it's natural.

With certain species of birds, the female only goes for the male with the yellowest feathers or the purplest. Once I saw a National Geographic documentary where a certain species of birds were higher in rank if they were more purple and the males who were more purple got all the gals. The lower ranking males got what they could.(This motif and variations thereof recurs throughout the animal kingdom-- from primates to moles). Then, the scientist picked up one of the low ranking males and colored him more purple. Within an hour or two, he was the top bird in the barn. For real! In fact, just by him becoming more sought after after the ink, his testerone went up doublefolds.

So, all of this love thing is quite interesting. Unlike school, where you study hard and do all of your homework then that refelects (usually) on the test results and grades... a direct correlation between effort and results; with love, it has nothing to do with how hard one tries. It's pretty much pre-determined. What? Nothing is pre-determined! Effort and will leads to results! Don't be such a pessimist!

Actually, no. With love, it's all about being at the right place at the right time, next to the right person. Think about it.

Some girls only like other girls. Some guys only like other guys. (Actually, even within that subset there are subsets. Once I was hanging out at a downtown Thai restaurant and this Thai guy hit on me. He said, "I'm what you call a sticky rice." I smiled. So cute. I said, "I'm sorry. Me no sticky and not rice. Banana." :)). Similar in the hetrosexual world. No amount of effort will change who is your love type. It's chemistry through the eyes. The periodic table. Some elements merge/compound immediately. Some elements compound rarely.

Blessed are those who are lucky to be at the right place at the right time with the right type (and that type luvs your type.) This applies to all (from the beautiful to the damned). All else is less than zero.