You're not my type, but I'm still into you

An old friend of mine from college contacted me through friendster. We haven't talked in over 3 years, but it felt like old times catching up with her.

Mano and I became friends our freshman year. Things dwindled a bit here and there as we became friends with other people, but I would run into her at parties and we always had a good time.

Our senior year (2003), I ran into her at a bar with her boyfriend. I can't remember his exact face, but I do remember thinking he wasn't very good-looking.

Mano is beautiful. She always dated hot guys. To top it all off she is incredibly intelligent and super sweet. When I not-so-subtley questioned her choice, she admitted that he wasn't her type.

I didn't think this guy was gonna last, but apparently he has... and in October he will become her husband.

RedSox isn't my type at all. He is BIG, as I've mentioned a thousand times. He is shy and nervous around me. He is hesistant to make decisions. He is not the life of the party. He isn't super social and outgoing. He is way too nice.

I joked with him today that I must not be his type, and he agreed.

Ahem

I asked him to lay it all out and promised not to get upset.

He told me I'm more aggressive, sexually liberal and emotionally distant than all the girls he has dated in the past.

I concur.

I asked him why he still dated me, but he had no answer. We ended the topic right there.

I know why he dates me. It is the same reason I date him.

He's not my type, but I'm still into him.