Just My Type
What is better for a Hopeless Romantic than a good song?
There are so many types of music for your particular mood. For me, if I need to be cheered up I turn to a New York State of Mind and play Billy Joel until I can’t help but smile. If I need to sit in the calm and just breathe I turn to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, or some type of piano music.
There is one song that has been a constant on my every day playlist: My Type by Saint Motel.
A simple, but funny song that just makes me want to dance in my seat. I love how by the end of the video, you are the one that they are all after. It is just a feel good song. The following line caught me completely off guard the first time I heard this song:
“You’re just my type. You got a pulse and you are breathing.”
For me this statement is not true. I have been thinking about my type for years. I am a reader and an avid cinemaphile! My type has gone from being a slightly more chatty Mr. Darcy to a slightly cheekier Clark Kent. Throughout the years I have been in love with Steve from Blues Clues to Wilbur Robinson from Meet the Robinsons, Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables to Captain Wentworth from Persuasion.
I started a journal that was specifically for processing “my type.” I call it my Prince Charming journal. I have been thinking about the things I would want in my Prince Charming since I was 14.
“And take a look around the room. Love comes wearing disguises...””
Of course I know that I can’t predict exactly what he is going to be like, but I don’t think there is any harm in dreaming. I truly believe in high standards, because if you ever have to lower them then you should automatically know that this person is beneath you.
I created the perfect man in sixth grade, I named him John Walker. Later on in my life he became essential in getting my friends off my back about not having a boyfriend. I was able to present them my ideal man, and if they could produce someone that fit the standards he created then I would consider dating. But, of course, high school boys were not worth my time. There were a couple of college boys that caught my eyes, but they ultimately weren’t close enough.
“When there’s loving in the air... Don’t fight it, just keep breathing.”
If/when my Prince Charming finally does come around, I pray that I am ready for him. I know that God is preparing the right man for me, but that also means that he is preparing me for the right man. I will keep pushing myself to be better, so that I am just right when God hands me over to his good and faithful servant. But I think I have a little bit more work to do.
To the man who is “just my type,” know that I am growing, learning, and waiting for the time when we can come together… I hope that you will do the same.
Until next time,
Peace out Lovers!
