I used to lie and say I don’t have a type.
Clearly, I have a type.
Also, I can’t date men with locks. I feel like if anything else, we should have different hair. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even tell you how many times my hair has found itself around my neck and I wake up screaming thinking I’m being murdered. I can’t imagine sleeping next to someone with locks, I’d catch a self defense charge. Also, if you’re hair is too neat, I got questions but if you’re hair is too messy, I can’t be seen with you. Why do we even put ourselves through this, fictional ex-boyfriend with locks?