Diary of a Mad Indian Woman

By YourTango

It’s kind of sweet, even if he’s really not my type. For a while I had forgotten what sweet feels like…

Back to being angry. If “my type” is what got me Andre, let me tell you something: I need a new type. I can make amendments on my own guide sheet, can’t I? Of course I can. And here it is, officially:

Rajul’s New Type: (not in any order)

Honest
Smart
Confident
Funny
Sexy as all hell
Strong
Patient
Mysterious
Sweet
Affectionate
Ethical
Attentive
NOT painfully dramatic
NOT deceitful
NOT a bully
NOT out to break my damn heart

Ladies, if you’ve fallen into a pattern, you need to switch it up. You don’t have the same flavor every time you’re at Baskin Robbins, do you? Change your “type.” Do it NOW. My cousin Priya did and now she’s all confused because she has a man that’s treating her the way she should be treated.

“Is this normal? Why aren’t we fighting?” she asks me, her eyebrows furrowing in genuine concern.

She chose a new flavor. And as soon as I get my taste buds working again, you better believe I’m going to try something different, too.

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