I’ve had a type” for the entirety of my dating career—and not because has led to fulfilling, drama-free relationships. Really, it’s the opposite. My personal philosophy that all red flags are green if has admittedly led me down a rabbit hole of toxic men.
(Which isn’t to say that all tall men are toxic. I’m sure some of you are nice.) My track record includes all the canon events (see: the that was still in love with his ex the one who refused to take me on , and the younger guy with the emotional intelligence of a walnut), but after six years in the dating trenches, I recently realized it was time to wise up.
Or at least that’s after my most recent narcissistic ex. Although I’ve learned from my mistakes (we’ll henceforth as “lessons”), trying something new is easier said than done when you’ve spent the better half of your 20s dating your way through the Equinox in NYC’s Financial District. I knew I should start looking outside of my usual type, but it was one of my nearest and dearest—aka my happily married bestie Janie—who decided to take matters into her own hands after years of begging me to “do better.
” First, Janie Swiped for Me Fed up with my propensity for assholes, Janie logged herself into my Hinge on her phone—all while cosplaying as me It’s not that she wanted to lower my standards but rather “expand them” to better match my personality and values, she said. “You go for the kinds of guys who are basically everyone’s ty.
