Types. We've all heard of them, lived by them, and thought way too much about them. Types are just a completely invalid excuse as to why someone might chose one attractive person over another. An excuse to choosing money over substance and looks over soul. Types, in general, are just plain idiotic.

What has happened to dating? It has come to the online social world of swiping left and right because one guy had a better jaw line and brighter eyes, or one girl had blonde hair and the other had brown. Media has created a gateway into the stereotypes of hell. Dating is no longer based on how someone makes you feel, but rather how big their biceps are and the size of their waists.

Types are ignorant and foolish because how can any of us really know what we want? Can you seriously say that you would never date anyone that wasn't over 5'9? Can you genuinely tell me that the person you spend the rest of your life with is absolutely, unequivocally going to wear size 2 jeans? No. And I want to offer up my deepest condolences to those of you getting angry and saying, "you don't fall in love with personality at first sight!" Hey, man. I totally agree with ya'. You don't fall in love with personality at first sight, but you will not continue to fall in love with perfectly chiseled abs or beautiful blue eyes. You will continue to fall in love with someone's work ethic, strength, hope, and more importantly, something like their faith.

Someone once told me that types are overrated simply because they are a shallow way of evaluating someone else, and in return will reflect the depth in yourself. They show what you want on the outside of someone. The very clear surface anatomy of someone's personality, and falling in love with something so trivial, in my opinion, will result in unsatisfactory love.

In a truthful reality, here's what your type should be: someone who will care and love for you unconditionally. Someone who when you can no longer eat without the help of someone else will stick by your side. Someone who when you are acting like a complete and total psycho path will hold your hand and say everything is going to play out just right. Someone who will cherish every single piece of you until your very last breath. No perfect teeth, no small hips, no perfectly toned booty. Pure, raw, undoubted, substantial love. That's a type. And that's the type you should be seeking after.