I had a male friend remark to me recently that he knows why I never went out with him, that he now sees what my type is. I told him my type comes in all shapes and sizes and ages and cultures and traditions – my type cannot be determined by the outer shell, by the physical body.   It is determined by how he engages my mind and how he stirs my soul.  Does he make me think and expand my perception? Does he help me see the bigger picture and my place in it?  Does he draw creativity and enthusiasm out of me? Does he show he appreciates me and honors me? When it appears in the form of  a handsome, much younger man, don’t judge that as necessarily my only type.  Get to know him as more than just the pretty boy in the room and then you will get an inkling of why that choice right now.