Interlibrary Loan or Whose Type Am I?

Interlibrary Loan is a wonderful thing for grad students.  Does your university library not have some obscure book that you need to read for your comprehensive exams?  Never fear.  Some other university library will send it to you.  For free.  As long as you give it back by the due date.  Oh, and by the way, there are no renewals.  So let's say you're halfway done with an Interlibrary Loan book.  Let's say today is September 10.  Let's say the due date is September 11.  Better read like the dickens!  Fie! The conundrums I createth for mineself.

Anyway, I've been musing over the fact that I've been surprised a couple of times about the idea of who's my "type," or rather, whose "type" I would be.  I'm coming to realize that maybe the whole idea of "type" is made up.

I believe that my type is someone tall (need this be elaborated upon?), someone with dark features (not necessarily black, but at least some kind of ethnic flavor in the mix), bespectacled (because I think it makes guys look mild-mannered and smart, which, to me, strikes just the right balance between adorable and hot), a Colgate smile (messed up grills need not apply), and you know the rest: funny, godly, intelligent, linguistically and/or artistically talented, etc. 

However, I have nevertheless found myself attracted to a fair share of short and/or pasty and/or otherwise-not-who-I-imagined-myself-being-attracted-to guys. 

Interestingly, the very few who have made an appearance who actually fit the contours of the physical bill (but not the spiritual) have weighed in on a scale of slightly inappropriate to potentially disastrous.  So, tall exotic men with perfect teeth need to stay home if they don't have the Holy Ghost for real.  Actually, any man who doesn't have the Holy Ghost for real needs to stay home, honestly.  But especially the tall exotic ones with perfect teeth.  Ahem.

Anyway, what I'm puzzled by is the opposite.  Like, the kind of guy I think would be attracted to me.  Not that I think only tall, ethnic guys with nice smiles should notice me. (I mean, not that I would terribly mind.) But I'm saying, people I didn't think would think I was attractive have come out of the blue.  Like, really?  Why would he be interested in me?

I guess that goes to show me that as much as I despise people trying to put me in a box or what have you, I do the same thing to other people.  And maybe it's also a nice reminder that perhaps people you don't know are thinking about you actually are.