I don't know how this train of thought started, but once it did, I realized that me saying "I don't have a type" my whole life may be completely off. Kyle dared me to blog about it, so, checkmate, Stinkypants.
Or, if you like, it could be summed up by this singular comparison:
Also, in looking for photos to illustrate, I stumbled across this, and yep, that pretty much makes my whole world make sense:
It's kind of embarrassing, to be honest. At least Kyle will know I'll always think he's pretty because apparently it was cemented into my psyche at four by Disney. Oy.
If you want to know who these men are, ask in the comments. I'm too embarrassed to list them openly. Posting these photos was hard enough.
I'll be hiding in shame in my basement if you need me today.