The other day, I was texting a new man when the subject of types came up.
I have a type.
Type A personality.
Mike Rowe, basically.
Or John Krasinski.
But not those crazy quackers on Duck Dynasty.
Those beards are NASTY, long and unkempt.
I prefer trim and neat.
So a little lumberjack, but not full-on bush man.
This guy, while clean shaven, has some pictures on his profile with him sporting a full beard, so I know he’s got it in him to grow one.
As we were discussing my “type,” I realized that having a “type” doesn’t just apply to the men I date, it also applies to the dogs I love.
I give you Exhibit A: My two dogs:
Wendy on the left and Mac on the right.
Clearly, I’m a German shepherd girl.
And white German shepherds at that.
Truthfully, I occasionally come across a Tinder profile where there is a bearded man who has a white German shepherd dog, and I ALWAYS swipe right.
Beards and WGSDs?!
Sign up me!