But if we’re to believe the little hints she’s been sending us, via her social media page, the new boo in her life doesn’t quite fit that description. in fact, I don’t even see so much as a pudge on that man. The brutha has abs—plural. A fact Tamar seems to appreciate.
If you thought this was just some random man she was stalking at the pool, think again. The two were also seen standing extremely close to one another. And from what we can see of her face, she looks pleased.
So the purpose of this post is two-fold. One I wanted to tell y’all that Tamar might have moved on like Monica. But also to discuss the notion of “types.”
I don’t know if Tamar really had a preference for big men or not. It could have just been a nice, little white lie to make her man feel desired. I know I’ve heard my father say he prefers women “with a little meat on their bones.” Though when he met my mother, the woman he was no doubt referring to, she was pretty skinny.
There’s nothing wrong with gassing your partner. It should be your mission to let them know you’re still attracted to them. But the whole thing made me wonder how often people end up dating and even marrying people who aren’t their type…or people who were their type when they met and then time, age and life changed them into something else.
My fiancé tells me all the time that when he first met me, “there was something about me” but also that he thought he would need a woman taller and thicker than me to make things work. Ridiculous. My friend swears, based on one middle school crush, that I only like bug-eyed light skinned boys. It’s a fact I’ve always refuted. Because I appreciate Black men in various forms.
It seems like every week, I hear something about women who’ll only date men 6 foot and taller. And while I agree that it can be hard to get past the height hurdle, I can’t see a woman turning down a man who meets every other expectation simply because he doesn’t tower over her.
I think when you find someone who matches your morals, who has a decent character, who you are still physically attracted to, who treats you well—all of that type stuff can easily go right out the window. Relationships, especially ones that you forsee lasting a while, that involve commitment and partnership, have very little to do with physical features.
How important is type in a partner? Did you or people you know end up with people who don’t meet their professed standards?