Why can't my boyfriend be more like Spider-Man?

Issue 3 "My Type"

Picture of Peter Parker wrestling provided by http://clashhollywood.com/2014/02/06/wrestler-turned-actor-best-bit-parts/

     While venting about my guy troubles to my friend the other day, I realized something that really isn’t much of a shock now that I think about it. Every guy that I have ever had a thing for is a wrestler.

     Whether they know it or not, every girl is attracted to a certain quality in a guy that they may not even be able to place; it’s their type.

     “I don’t know why, but every guy I’ve liked or dated has been super sweet,” said Mikayla Jensen, a junior at a local high school and a good friend of mine. “Even when I tried to find a bad boy, he wound up being a complete sweetheart.”

     As I became conscious of the fact that “my type” is wrestlers, I realized that Spider-Man was a wrestler, too. This comes as no shock to me, because I’ve always loved Spider-Man. Therefore, he would have to be a wrestler, right? At least, that’s how it works in my world.

     The first wrestler I liked was back in my seventh grade year when I was attending a small private school with a class of about seven. With only two of the seven being guys, I didn’t have many options to say the least. I visited my friend Haley’s youth group one night, and I met a cute freshman who went to Tallwood High School. He was on the wrestling team there, of course, but I didn’t know that at the time. I don’t go after guys because they’re wrestlers; I swear they just find me. I never dated that boy, but I liked him for a solid year before finally giving up when he moved to New York.

     At the end of my eighth grade year, I tried out a different youth group with my friend Mikayla. Here, I met the guy who, after seven months of constant flirting, crushing, and waiting on my part, would become my first boyfriend and first love. I didn’t know it until after we started dating, but he was on the wrestling team at Landstown High School. Maybe wrestlers just have a certain aura that attracts me or something? I really don’t know how it happens. I dated him for 15 months, and the day he broke up with me was potentially the most distraught I’d ever been. I hadn’t flirted with anyone in over a year, so I had no idea what to do anymore.

     I was in my sophomore year of high school at this point and only had three more months of school left, so I just decided to lay low and evade the dating situation. That was, until I met a cute senior in my gym bell. I didn’t like him because he was good-looking, though. I liked him because whenever we would hang out, we couldn’t help but laugh constantly. We liked each other for a week or so, but nothing came of it. Come to find out, he wrestled at my school. What can I say? There’s just something about a wrestler that gets me every time. I lost a bet to my friend and had to tell said wrestler that I still liked him, but he didn’t reciprocate the same feelings anymore. Things with him died down after he enlisted in army infantry, because I was too scared that expressing my feelings might interfere with our friendship and leave us on less than good terms when he left to go to boot camp.

     At some point during the time that I liked the army guy, he got a girlfriend and left me attempting to move on to the next opportunity that presented itself. A wrestler, of course, asked me if I wanted to go out to ice cream with him. He was cute and seemed nice enough, so naturally I agreed. The date was awkward to say the least. Whether it was because I was still caught up on the army guy or because this guy’s personality and my own simply didn’t mix well, I don’t know or care much. I didn’t talk to him again after that, but he became yet another example to prove that I can’t help my attraction to wrestlers.

     All of these guys have something in common besides wearing leotards: They all caught my eye, and I have no idea what it is about each of them that I liked so much.

     I didn’t used to believe that people have “a type.” I was under the impression that it was just an excuse to let someone down easy, but I now realize that it’s something you really can’t choose.

     “I can’t help it," said Mikayla, reluctantly admitting her type. "All the guys I like are always the cute, sweet, romantic-y type,”
     This has been my Daily Bagel.
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     Update (12/25/17): It is two years later, and I added at least three more wrestlers to the list. I liked one wrestler that I met through a mutual friend, and though it didn't work out, he is now one of my closest friends. The second guy was a smart academy kid that I intentionally went for, knowing that I had to like someone who wasn't a wrestler. Come to find out, he joined the wrestling team a month after I started liking him. That didn't work out either, and I wound up getting set up by my friends on a blind date with a guy who I wound up dating for 3 months, who was also a wrestler.
     I have since branched out and liked a couple of other guys who were not wrestlers, and only time can tell if wrestlers really are my type or not.