My “type”…
He loves animals…he’s a sucker for someone or something in need, but smart enough to know a line of bull when he sees it.
He likes the simple things, quiet evenings at home, fly fishing by the lake, watching deer graze in the field.
He drags the old mower out and tinkers with it all morning, not because he can’t afford to buy a new one, but because the one he has is “good enough” and he likes fixing things…and he doesn’t mind when I help.
He doesn’t berate me when I drag in that box full of junk from the weekend yard sale, because he’s dragging in a box himself.
He likes my gaudy aluminum Christmas tree, because it reminds him of the one his grandmother had when he was little.
He doesn’t care about driving a new car, or buying things because “the neighbors have one”, he has a cell phone for work but can’t stand the thing, he doesn’t care about making more money, or working double-time on the holidays, “enough” is all he needs. He knows that some things are more important…and some of the best things you can’t buy.
He’ll deck me with a snowball on a cold winter morning when my back is turned, sneak up behind me with the hose in the summer, and eat the frosting off of the cupcakes I made for the kid to take to school…he’s got a little bit of a devilish side that can’t be tamed, and shouldn’t.
Shame he doesn’t exist…not these days anyways. 
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*Normal* is just a setting on the dryer.