“What’s your type?” She asked me.
We were sitting at a small table outside, in a busy neighborhood.
I was wearing a sweater, although the weather was still very nice.
I could hear the music coming from inside.
Cozy, is how I would describe it.
I was looking in front of me, not sure what she really wanted to know or hear.
“Blond and blue eyes”, I said.
I couldn’t come up with something different.
“What’s yours?” I asked her.
“Hot”, she answered.
She didn’t even think about it, not even a second.
At the same time she was saying this, she took her phone and showed me some pictures.
The contrast of our answers couldn’t be bigger.
‘Is something physical a type?’ I was thinking.
Blond hair and blue eyes, in my case.
When it comes to love, should ‘your type’ be something you can touch?
As love in itself is something ‘untouchable’.
Is there any relation between love and hot?
Should it be?
My mind was spinning what ‘hot’ really meant.
Apparently she had already found her answer, it was out on social media.
She showed me her phone, without a doubt.
“Definetly hot”, I said.