"My Type"

Lizzy: "When I was playing on the playground after church, there was this boy who just kept staring at me. I think must have had a crush on me."
Me: "Really? Who was it?"
Lizzy: "I don't know. But I don't like him. He's not my type."
Me: "What's your type?"
Lizzy: "Well this boy had black hair. My type is shiny hair."