You Had a ‘Type’ Until You Met Me

On carefully constructed preferences, the limitations of type, and what happens when someone like me disrupts everything you thought you knew about desire.

I’ve always found it fascinating - the way successful men construct their ‘types.’ Like carefully curated galleries, these preferences often reflect more about what feels safe than what truly moves them. The poised, pristine beauty who speaks three languages and never challenges the status quo. The elegant sophisticate who decorates their world beautifully but never disrupts it. These women are stunning - of course they are - but they’re chosen as much for their predictability as their beauty, validating a life built on calculated decisions and controlled outcomes.

But here’s what I’ve learned about types: they’re often just elaborate shields, protecting you from the exhilarating uncertainty of real desire. They’re the romantic equivalent of your meticulously tailored suits designed to project an image, maintain control, fit seamlessly into the world you’ve built.

Until someone like me comes along.

I see it happen every time - that subtle shift in their eyes when they realize their carefully mapped preferences were actually limitations. Like watching someone who’s dined at the same Michelin-starred restaurants for years suddenly discover a hidden speakeasy that makes their usual haunts feel scripted and safe. It’s not that they were wrong about what they wanted. It’s that they never imagined wanting something more. You see, men like you aren’t used to being surprised. You’ve built empires on your ability to assess, predict, control. Your time is filled with people who fit neatly into categories - the advisors, the admirers, the acquaintances who know their roles and play them perfectly. Even your desires came with a checklist, didn’t they? A series of boxes to tick, ensuring each companion would slide seamlessly into the life you’ve crafted. But I don’t slip into predetermined spaces. I create my own.

When you meet me, something shifts. Suddenly, all those carefully chosen criteria seem... quaint. Like reading a child’s drawing after discovering Basquiat. It’s not that the drawing isn’t lovely - it’s that you’ve glimpsed something raw, something real, something that makes you question why you ever settled for staying within the lines. There’s something familiar about this feeling, isn’t it? That moment when you realize I’ve been what you’ve always wanted, just not what you’ve allowed yourself to pursue. Like a Pharoah Sanders composition you’ve known all along but never heard played quite this way.

The truth is, what draws you to me isn’t something you can easily name.

Yes, there’s the obvious - the way I command attention in any room, how a simple exchange over coffee can suddenly make hours feel like minutes. But it’s something more elusive than that. Something in the way I move through your world while clearly existing in my own. A particular blend of grace and quiet defiance that makes you look twice, then can’t stop looking. And with me, you discover parts of yourself that have been waiting quietly in the wings. You find yourself laughing more freely, thinking more deeply, feeling more intensely. The man who previously checked his Nautilus during dinner now loses track of time in conversation. The executive who carefully measured every word now finds himself sharing dreams he’d almost forgotten he had. You become someone who isn’t afraid to wonder, to desire, to pursue what moves you rather than what impresses others.

In my presence, you rediscover the parts of yourself that got lost somewhere between the boardroom and the penthouse suite.

The passionate explorer who once dreamed bigger than quarterly reports.

The man who knew there was more to life than exceeding expectations.

You’re used to women who mirror your success. I reflect your possibilities.

Let’s be honest - your type served its purpose. It kept you safe, comfortable, operating within the familiar boundaries of attraction. But we both know that true luxury isn’t about following established tastes; it’s about developing a palate sophisticated enough to appreciate the extraordinary.

That’s what I offer. Not just a departure from your type, but an elevation of it. A reminder that the most exhilarating connections aren’t the ones we plan for, but the ones that challenge everything we thought we knew about ourselves.

You had a type until you met me. And now? Now you understand that what you were really looking for wasn’t a type at all. It was an experience. An awakening. A revelation.

It was me all along - you just didn’t know it yet.

irresistibly yours,

emma

Orginally published October 24, 2024