In the last post’s comments, the subject of “having a ‘type'” came up, with the dual assertions that (a) men don’t stick to “types” because they find many types of women attractive, and (b) women DO stick to “types” and refuse to date anyone outside of the parameters of the favored type. Of course, these assertions were from men.
Based on my observation, I think men are more likely to marry their type, but women are more likely to date their type. This is because men can grow a woman’s interest, whereas women are pretty much stuck with the yay-or-nay of a man’s first impression. So, while a woman will hold out during her dating years for her ideal, a non-ideal man could slip in and start flirting with her until she decides he’s cute enough to marry. Men, on the other hand, will only target the women who interest them, and for many men – NOT ALL; do you hear me, INLTs? – this means a type. (See: Bruce Willis – his current wife is a total Demi clone. Or Rod Stewart’s wives: all interchangeable blonde models. Or the Sister Wives guy: his wives are all, um, plump Caucasians. Okay, I’m sure there’s a better example out there….)
Before the comments get rolling, I think it’s worth defining what a “type” is. I have always thought of it as more of a suite of physical characteristics along with some personality traits, e.g., “tall, smart, athletic.” I’ve gotten the impression, though, that men in the manosphere define “type” as the woman’s 463-bullet point checklist, which includes job, salary, car make and model, hairstylist, and feelings about soy. Most women are not that picky. If you’re running into this kind of woman, who will advertise this list to all those around her, you’re probably in a bar or on a college campus, and the woman is either quite young or divorced and bitter against her ex-husband.
It’s also worth repeating that “type” is an ideal and often is just what knee-jerks attraction, not what sustains it. I prefer men with full heads of hair, for example, but a full head of hair is not what’s going to love me when I’m old and shriveled.