My Type {I cringe typing that}
I have been adimant in saying that I never have or ever will have a type. I've just been made aware that I go weak in the knees for guys who have dark hair and piercing light gray, blue, green, hazel, or brown eyes. Basically any eye color. I have thought long and hard about it, convincing myself that I am neither swayed or pulled completely in one direction of a look. That still stands true. I will not turn away a red head, a blonde, or an in-betweener. I like them all. However, I find myself highly susceptible to what a pair of fine eyes that can bestow. I think I wrote down a list of sorts of all the guys I had crushes on from the time I was 5 until now. (Yes, I remembered my first crush. My pastor's son, Scott. Then in my own grade, kindergarten, Philip. I still know last names, but I am protecting those last names.) Scott was a dark haired kid with these beautiful big seafoam green eyes and full lips. Don't worry, I didn't think this way as a five year old, I just ...