I just came to a strange realization. I keep saying that my type is egotistical snotty bastard, but actually, I don't think it is. Observe.
I have had romantic interludes with 7 people in my life, and only 4 of these I consider successful, no matter how short lived. (I consider successful meaning in terms of how much we got along, how well we clicked, not how it ended.)
Of these 7, 5 of them were writers or artists.
Of these 5, four I consider very successful. (I am counting the guy I am currently dating)
The other 1 left wasn't successful, but it wasn't disastrous.
However, the other 2, were incredibly distastrous, infected with arguments of all kinds, and hard feelings, and a lack of mutual understanding. They were not unfulfilling, however, we did not connect at all in any other way except romantically.
So, I've reconsidered my type. I think I ought to have pre-requisites for all the guys I date. If you are not a writer or an artist, do not bother calling me! ;-)
Pretty damn strange, eh?
Thoughtful_Wiz,
Kara