At the risk of sounding totally uncreative... my most recent ex fell perfectly into a type, so many people categorized him as soon as they met him, and he also had a fantastic tattoo. But, you know, there's a person! Inside! Swear! Eventually you just go along with it. "You're dating him?" "Oh hell yeah. I've decided to become a biker chick, too. Uh huh."

Thank you!