Equal Opportunity Enjoyer, But...

I hate it when people ask me what "my type" is. I don't really have one. I like a lot of different "types." I've been accused of having different persuasions, Asian, Latin, Black, White, etc. Good is good. Hot is hot. Nice is nice. You get the idea. I'm not particular with"plain" vs. "cute" vs. "gorgeous," or anything like that. Some things kind of freak me out, such as violent fetishes, tattoos on breasts, armpit hair and such. But there is apparently a less obvious deal breaker that knows no bounds. It is found anywhere from trailer parks to Orange County. You don't always see it coming, and might not see it at all until it's an inconvenient complication. It's simple to bring up as a joke before it's actually discovered, but awkward to talk about once it's there. It's easily remedied, yet it's presence speaks to me of a woman's inner soul and identity. It is... toe hair! You're already shaving your legs, what's an extra couple of seconds to finish the job? I've had some ladies tell me that women don't grow hair on their toes, but I've seen it way to many times to believe I'm seeing the exceptions to the rule. Once it's there, I can't get it out of my head. I've probably just lost interest all together. It might be my way of finding fault with people to rationalize my bigger issues. No--on second thought, it's just gross.