I Don’t Have a Type

I’ll say it now before we start, I do not have a type. I in theory would and could date anyone. Tall or short, handsome or plain, and no matter what they’re into. All I care about is one’s personality when it comes to the men I date.

With that said, he was tall, handsome, and most importantly, a gamer. We first met gaming on Garry’s Mod, playing Trouble in Terrorist Town, ya know as many good romances start. He was very militant, which considering the game I guess makes sense. To clarify we never dated officially, but you know how it gets during that late talking phase. You start doing those things couples do, playing games together, staying up on the phone at night, falling asleep on call, and texting with each other throughout school time. We had so much fun together. I’d pick the games one night, then the next he’d pick the games, and we’d keep going back and forth picking games. You know, fun couples stuff. Oh, and I forgot to mention, his name was John! His real name I mean, John wasn’t his screen name.

That was a really fun few months, and as our relationship went, on I’d tease him with stuff, but never did anything. I mean it's a tease for a reason, right? I also just have a flirty personality anyways so sometimes I would tease him without noticing. It’s not my fault it was so easy. Anywho, as the year went on I made more friends, of course, I mean I’m a cute girl online who plays games and is actually competent at it. I made this one friend, he was on the shorter side, still a cutie though, and as you can probably guess, he was also a gamer. He was into guns and definitely was looking for a job in the military.

It was adorable any time I got him together with John in the voice chat. The two would start talking and talking, and it was altogether just too cute. We’d play games together and they would gang up on me. They’d have historical talks, and I’d just sit there listening to them going back and forth. Like it was just so cute! Well, cute until they both realized that they each had crushes on me, then their cute conversations about World War II weapons turned into a rivalry and feud. I had John and John fighting over me. Oh, if I didn’t say it already, the new guy’s name was also John.

That situation lasted for a few months but eventually dialed down as the year went on. Growing up and maturing I moved on to other apps and games. I joined a community and became a well-known member within it and as I grew on the app I got to meet countless people, one such person I took a liking to. Well, actually, we hated each other at first, and I mean that we absolutely spited each other’s existence, but-but-but we eventually became great friends and hooked up. He was the same height as me, attractive, and of course, he was a gamer. He was also a World War II buff, but I think that’s just common with men online. This guy was my favorite relationship to date, and looking back I really missed all the special things we’d do. Gaming, falling asleep in calls together, and texting each other throughout the day. And before you worry about it, no his name wasn’t John, his name was Jaune.

Being with Jaune was so nice, but like all nice things, it came to an end. I will admit that I was at fault for it, but I can’t linger on that guilt forever. A good amount of time passes and I don’t date or hardcore flirt with anyone for a hot minute, so I start thinking that it’s fine for me to start talking with someone. This time I decide to find someone in person. Not online. The guy I start talking to is a local hockey player. He’s my height, extra handsome, and plays games. Oh, and his name… John.