Dating outside your comfort zone

My standards of dating have deteriorated rapidly, from "must love the absurdity and avant-guarde nature of Jacques Tati films" to "must have the two P's: Penis and Pulse." And while I never thought I had a type (again, please refer to 2Ps) I also realized that there were certain styles I was more attracted to than others. So perhaps because I've exhausted the entire dating pool of white, baseball-cap wearin', Ford truck drivin', suspended-license holdin' guys in Southern California (and there were a LOT), I find myself starting to peer behind the bleachers at the other guys; you know, the ones who borrow your black eyeliner and don't give it back, nails that would make Xan Li, my manicurist, proud; and who always needs extra time getting through Airport Security. I think I wanna try them out.
That is, if he/she/it will have me...