I’ve never really thought of myself as “my type.” I’ve always been into older, more muscular, manly men. But something funny happened last night and it made me realize that maybe I am, in fact, my type. Or maybe I don’t have a type at all? Before I get into it in more detail, let me give you the back-story.

I had a ‘love at first sight’ moment with a boy I met on the Internet a few months ago. The only problem is that he lives in the United States – In Georgia of all places. Well, we’ve been hanging out on Skype video calls and sending each other pics on KiK. Every time I see his face on pic or cam, I get these intense feelings of love, lust, and a longing to just be with him. In fact, I try to force myself to not look at any of his pictures because I don’t want to depress myself for not being able to be with him due to the distance issue. Anyway, let me get to the point…

Every time he sends a pic via KiK, I save it on my iPhone. All pics saved to my iPhone get synced with my iCloud Photo Stream which is automatically imported into iPhoto on my MacBook. iPhoto has this neat feature called ‘Faces’ where it detects faces in a picture and allows you to assign each face to a contact. It also automatically suggests contacts based on previously saved face pics. It’s really cool. I haven’t sorted my iPhoto library in a really long time, so last night, I decided that it’s about time I get to it, starting with assigning faces.

iPhoto kept suggesting my name when the boy’s face popped up, or his name when my face popped up. So, according to iPhoto, we look alike. Which means… I am my type after all? (LOL) Or maybe iPhoto is a master at match-making and thinks that we belong together, too. Personally, I don’t think that we look alike, at all. But, whatever. I would’ve posted our pictures side-by-side here but I’m all about respecting privacy and I haven’t exactly told the boy about this yet. If you’re reading this now, you know who you are, and I love you! xoxo

In all seriousness, though. I should probably forget about this boy because I don’t see myself moving to Georgia anytime soon, nor do I see him ever coming to South Africa. It’s one of those tragic “being in love with someone you can never have” situations; much like every other international Facebook or Twitter crush I’ve ever had. Then again, I do believe that anything is possible and I have been dreaming of immigrating to the USA for a really long time, so maybe there is hope. Or maybe I should stop drooling over far-away crushes and find a local boyfriend.

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