its a standing joke that my oh isnt my type
its the first thing i said to him in person
quick background history - was with my previous partner 19 years i met him at nearly 19, lived together and finally got married on our 15th anniversary - sadly he suffered from severe depression and committed suicide a month after our 4th wa - almost 2 years ago - leaving me a widow at 37 :(
8mths later i met my now oh, friend of friends, we were friends -wasnt looking for a new man - talked for ages on phone/fb/texts as friends and got on so well but when met up for drinks as friends i said he wasnt my type
carried on being friends/talking etc
month later, met again as friends for xmas drinks, and several glasses of wine later, serious snogging 
basically the rest is history - he still isnt my type, though tbh my type i last looked at men was a teenager 
we are very different, he calls me posh bird, he says he got dragged up via council estate - looks wise and personality he is very different from dh
a year later , we live together, i totally adore him, he did the one thing my friends/family couldnt do - make me smile and repair my shattered heart - i guess he must be my type .......