I don't really have "a" type. What I do have is a bunch of "not my types".
Blondes? Not my type.
Fatties? Not my type.
Single mommies? Not my type.
Drama queens/joy robbers/AW's? Not my types.
If you ask what I "go for", I do have to admit that when scanning a crowd for targets, my eyes tend to stop on the darker-haired women. I don't know that would be considered "my type" or not. "Type" seems to be too vague, or perhaps too acute.
If I had to answer a "what's your type" question, I'd reply with:
A woman: 5'4", past-the-shoulder length black hair, green eyes, weighs less than me, swears more than me, can wear my shoes (or owns her own hiking boots), left-handed, can cook better than me, can sew better than I can, can beat me at Scrabble, drinks ****tails AND beer, doesn't complain about squatting in the woods, no kids, never married, no diseases, postive, pices (maybe a virgo), works during the day, non-vegetarian, puts the seat and lid down on the toilet, with impeccable hygeine and a good, laid-back attitude... awww... don't feel bad! There is always hair dye and colored contacts if you aren't measuring up.
But is that "my type"? It's just an imagined woman designed from a composite of the good traits taken from other women I've been with, I've never met such a person, so I couldn't really say if it's my type or not.
"My type" is merely a marketing expression. It is a fairy-tale prompt to get you fantacizing about future romances. It's the precurser, or training for you to believe in "the one".