my type

He's tall, with a lanky frame that somehow manages to be both awkward and charming. His blue eyes are the kind that seem to catch sunlight and curiosity in equal measure — sharp with intelligence but always softened by warmth. Dimples appear whenever he laughs (which is often), especially at his own clever, slightly nerdy jokes. He’s the type who can discuss quantum physics one minute and identify bird calls the next. He wears glasses, not just for necessity, but also as a quiet nod to his love of reading and late-night research rabbit holes. His style is effortlessly practical: soft flannel shirts, well-worn jeans, hiking boots with stories behind them. You’ll find him happiest outside — hiking through misty forests, tending a garden, or sitting quietly in a field with a rescue dog by his side (he probably has a soft spot for animals others overlook). He’s the kind of person who talks to animals like they understand — and maybe they do. He’s not loud, but his wit is sharp, his humor dry and perfectly timed. When he looks at you, it feels like he sees right through the noise of the world and only tunes in to you.