Like the rest of Australia, I invested deeply into the Network 9 show, Married at First Sight (MAFS). Hate it or love it, it’s the best, worst show going around. But that’s not why I mention it. I bring it up, because it’s the topic of being with someone who is your type that fascinates me, and its one that often makes its way through the editing process, and then the final cut of the show. It aggravates me that these people harp on about the other person not being their type. That their long list of needs in a person they hope to be their long-life partner, have not been matched well with what they were presented by the so-called experts. But if life experience and pure observation of those around me has taught me anything, you never really end up with your type.

I get there’s a fine-line in regards to this subject. We just don’t really like certain looks, let’s say, for example. Let us take the guys from season 8 of MAFS, for this instance. Though I like to get along with everyone, I’m just not attracted to the Patrick’s, Brett’s or Russell’s of the world. (In fact, I wouldn’t have touched any of them to be honest, but let us land on those three examples, for now). In case you forgot who they were: Patrick was the geeky looking, personal trainer, with not the greatest set of teeth. Brett was your hipster kind, with one fine mustache I would not like to kiss. And Russell is your old mate farmer in glasses, that looks like our current Premier, Dan Andrews. Nothing wrong with these men. Just not my type.

With that said, I strongly believe that no one is with their type in the end. Including me. And Bill knows this. Fun facts about me: I always loved dark features, and was always attracted to the, a little bit arrogant, popular and sporty-type guys. Just to name some features I desired. Fair to say, that’s not what I got. Bill has lighter features, still a pretty solid frame, and though he loves the idea that he’s always right, he isn’t arrogant at all. In fact, he’s the complete opposite; an absolute sweetheart, a sensitive soul to say the least, that’ll do anything for anyone. And he’s a little geeky. The guy is the reason I love Marvel so much. I didn’t know what I was missing until he showed me the way. As for sport, look I’m just glad he’s a Carlton supporter. Basically, Bill was never my type. He became my type, and that is what I think happens when you find “the one.” They blow you away, make you think differently about what you actually like, and you evolve your thoughts. What you want isn’t necessarily what you need. And news flash: It’s your type that got you in trouble with love in the first place, ladies and gentlemen.

Story time: I once dated a guy who had the dark features I salivated over, and he was the type of arrogant that was switched on. He was clever and a very manly-man. He would go on to betray me, play games and though a ‘nice guy’, was a complete dick. I dated a few like him. Dark hair, brown eyes, decent jobs, a few know-it-alls’, some my height, some taller than me, all in the ball park of ‘my type’. All would ghost me, with no balls to say, they’re just not that into me. There were one or two that strayed away from the list, but I would eventually push them away, if they hadn’t ghost me, anyway. Until, I stopped looking and allowed the universe to do its thing.

So, to the single guys and girls, especially you youngens: stop chasing your type and just date. Love should surprise you and shouldn’t be hard work, and especially, not a grocery list. Date every type until you find the one you naturally and truly click with. Falling in love isn’t hard work. And if it is, it probably isn’t love at all. Being desperate won’t make love come quicker. Be patient and watch the universe at work. The right person regardless of looks, personality or interests, that is meant for you, will be obvious to you soon enough, and will astound you. Trust me.

Well, that’s my love advice lecture. Mama GT, out.

*Featured photo taken by Paul Mulligan*