It starts out: “You’re not like other women I’ve normally attracted to…”, he says.
Then it’s clarified: “I mean, you’re not my usual type”, he says and then, rather than be smart and SHUT UP, he gives specifics and he’s right. You’re not. The women he references (celebrities that, in hindsight, are not his type either. THEY ARE CELEBRITIES) are the complete opposite of you, physically they seem to be perfect..and the way he references them implies that you might not measure up.
So then it becomes a ‘choose-your-own adventure’ scenario: Do you:
- smile and nod? Just smile and nod? “Oh, I get it.”
- ask “Exactly why are you telling me this?”
- give in to the flash feeling of “I wish I was thinner, taller, prettier, some sort of better” and then go out of your way to prove that you do “measure up”?
- let him finish, then politely state “You’re right, I’m not like those women. I’m not quite sure why we’re even having this conversation, and I could go on a rant about what makes me great or unique or special, but I don’t have the time. I don’t have the time to waste on someone who, from this conversation, has just revealed that he isn’t my type, either.”