"The Type" by Sarah Kay | If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch, you can let them touch you. Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for. Sometimes it is a bottle. A door. A sandwich. A Pulitzer. Another woman. But their hands found you first. Do not mistake yourself for a guardian. Or a muse. Or a promise. Or a victim. Or a snack. ... Being loved is not the same thing as loving. When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.