I too get laid, Shakes.
Got laid.
Once.
In the sixties.
Ah, but I have a fine mind!
Had a fine mind.
Once.
In the sixties.
Aw, sheesh!
I’m a big chubby middle-aged white man. It may not be ugly, but lord, it sure ain’t pretty! 
I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every goddamned branch on the way down. After that, I was attacked by a thorny bush.
For 20 minutes
For twenty minutes.
Don’t blame me, you brought it up. 
I think of myself as pretty, when I look at my grad photos, or in the mirror (unless horomones are giving me acne again). Other photos, not so much–I swear they always catch my bad side. I think I’m pretty–certainly not drop-dead gorgeous, but certainly not bad looking either.
Wish I had the self-confidence to be able to always think I’m pretty though.
OK, I just looked at every single pic you guys linked to, and I saw no evidence of the ugly in any of them. If I were at a party and all you guys were there, I’d feel it was a good night.
FTR, I have the “cute but chubby” thing going on and I have nice curly hair. When I lose weight I get quite a bit of attention, but I like food and television too much so that hardly every happens.
I’d say solidly cute. Very Irish looking - blue eyes, freckles. I’ve had people tell other people (who in turn tell me) that I am pretty. I actually had someone tell me I reminded them of a movie star once - a movie star from India. Something about the face, she said.
Susan
People tell me I’m attractive, and I accept the compliment graciously.
I’m a goddess.
I do okay in the looks department too.
Meh, I’m not anything to write home about, but I wouldn’t say ugly. I would probably be more enthusiastic if I was thinner, but what can you do?
Oh, right. Exercise.
I’ll get right on that.
I’m ordinary, not ugly, but nothing to write home about. But I am thin, and fairly young looking for my age (54).
At work I’ve become the “hot guy.” 
I think that says more about the lack of competition in my age group than anything else.
Personally, I don’t think I’m that attractive. I’ve been told I look like Topher Grace or Matthew Fox, so I guess I can be cute.
No.
It took me a long time to realize that, after being told as a kid (repeatedly, by classmates) that I was; and longer than that to truly believe it, but I’m not.
I’m uglier than a mud fence. My mom used to have to tie a piece of steak around my neck to get the dog to play with me. 
You guys are all so self-effacing. I think I’m pretty *and * attractive. Not *beautiful * by a long shot, but my smile is genuine and I’m a happy person in general, so I’m pretty sure it’s a pleasure to meet eyes with me. And I love my hair & eyes. So average pretty, but pretty nonetheless.
Eh, I’m pretty average. I’ve got a decent figure and the red hair bumps me up a lot in the estimation of certain guys, but my face is kinda plain and I usually look tired.
I think I’m a little below average. Here’s a picture, I’m the girl, obviously.
My mom thinks I’m a tub and could use to lose about 40 pounds. Then again, my cousin was a model in Milan, so I guess she has unrealistic expectations. I think I’m, eh, okay. Not scary ugly, not particularly pretty. This is me with a very bad, shiny sunburn and no makeup. Yech.
God, you people are nuts. There’s not an “ugly” in a single picture that’s been posted yet. Get a grip. You’re all attractive! (Can’t speak for those who didn’t post pictures, but I suspect none of you are truly ugly.) No, I’m not ugly–but I don’t think I’m as pretty as people tell me I am, either.
How you doin’?