This comment is from Kara on the post “The Dating World Doesn’t Make Sense: A Rant“
I remember the feeling I had on the first few dates with my boyfriend. He is not really “conventionally attractive”, not by contemporary Western society beauty standards at least (bald spot getting bigger, Santa belly, a bit of a double chin and he’s dealing with psoriasis; on the other hand, he’s go adorable round cheeks, an utterly cute little nose, the most beatiful eye color I’ve ever seen in a human being—think intense dark blue—and a huge smile that lights up his whole face; but as far as I can tell about beauty standards set by … I don’t now, the fashion industry or whatever, they don’t really work that way.
So—I remember the feeling: I was damn attracted to him. I just wanted to cuddle up in his arms and let him kiss me forever. On a very rational, matter-of-fact level, I acknowledged that he was so conventionally unattractive—and not even the type of guy I knew myself to be usually attracted to—and I remember my feeling of surprise and relief at how utterly irrelevant all of this was.
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