"Not my type"

"Not my type"
Written by Onuzulike somtochukwu



None of us get to choose who we love.

Yes, we have our very own fantasies.

For some ladies, it might be perhaps a well built man;broad chest, strong arms and a staff as big as a curled fist down there (blushes)


For others though, no physical beauty or endowments is required. Just the four letter magic word; MONEY
Oops sorry it's five. (I know what you're thinking... It should be love,yea I thought so too).

Well, For some men
Perhaps a lady with an exquisite beauty.
A perfect body that consists of an ample bosom, a waist so thin that your palm can go around it and wide hips. Not to forget of course; some junk in the trunk!
But we don't get all that, do we?
Well, in some cases we do.
Some might get lucky while others like me fall in love with the exact opposite of our "types". Yet it's love and yet it still gives happiness. Pure unadulterated happiness, the type that only exists in "happy ever after" scenes in movies.

Let me tell you a little about me.

My name is Ugo, where I come from it means 'The eagle'. What an irony, because I never soared. My life was always plunging downwards,I never knew what it meant to be truly happy. I had a good job and a few friends but you see I was a romantic (well technically I still am). I craved to be loved so deeply. To be appreciated and adored, but I searched for it in the wrong places.

I never noticed him, I noticed of course the clowns dressed as kings with their games and bags full of tricks. I would cry my eyeballs out trying to place what I did wrong exactly when a relationship goes downhill. I did everything to keep them. To show them how much love I have to give and what I have to offer. Little did I know they were clowns, the kind you should laugh at and walk away from when they are done amusing you. But something decieved me, they had the body of my dream man, my so called "type" and in cases where the body wasn't so dreamy their bank accounts were. Yeah, I know I was stupid.
Well i thought it was me. Perhaps there was something I did wrong, or maybe I just was too plain for men like them.

It continued till I met the king dressed as a clown....I was lucky he was dreamy but I had a type and he wasn't exactly my type; he was good looking but not exactly big and strong (sorry babe).
He was a part-time lecturer in one of the universities in my state,and not exactly where I would have preferred him to be financially. He was just a regular guy but he taught me how to love myself by loving me truly. Slowly I healed and the beautiful family we have today is a living testimony to that one time I did something different. That one time I forgot about my "type"
I discovered the secret to true happiness. You can't love anyone right, until You learn to love you! and when you do even the aura and energy around you will repel the clowns dressed as kings. you'll instantly sense a clown no matter how hot he is or how fat his bank account is. You'll know you deserve more.
Most importantly please stop searching in the wrong places. I am not saying you can't get a hottie or a total babe to love you genuinely. If you're lucky of course you can! But there are chances that your soul mate could be that frumpy plain Jane at work or school or that weird guy who creeps into your inbox all the time to check up on you and your family.

I am finally soaring and I want you to. This message isn't for everyone, there are people who want different things out of life. But if you're searching for Mr or Mrs right stop looking out for just your "type" look out for a soul connection regardless of physical appearance, social status or background.

With love
from me and my cute little family, a grumpy gate man and a pregnant dog.