A friend declared a foxy-faced woman "a perfect example of her type," later explaining that she was not his type. While I do not find every man and woman I meet beautiful, I wonder whether I have a type—or even four types. I may prefer smooth skin to perturbed, slimness to paunch, large eyes to beady, but when it comes to color and length and texture of hair, to height, to freckles, dimples, earlobes, foreheads, eyelids, to the contour of a lip, the weight of a breast, I don't care. Jewish/Catholic—I don't care. Fair/dark—I don't care.
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