I’m one of those guys who has no body part that I can’t find fault with. No, I’m not a perfectionist, and I’ve got a real healthy self-esteem. It’s just that I don’t have “nice eyes” or “nice legs” or “nice hair” or “nice” anything else. Everything works, and that’s about it.
Back in 1987, I had just come out of a difficult relationship, and decided to put a personal ad in the local gay paper. I described myself and what I was looking for, and got about 20 responses. One of them totally eclipsed all the others. Everything he said about himself was **exactly **what I wanted to hear, including a lot of things he had no way of knowing from my ad.
When I called him, I was quite overwhelmed by the entire conversation. He was smart, funny, warm, humble, charming. and seemed to be genuinely interested in me. When we agreed to meet, I started dreading that first moment when he’d see me. I pictured him as being this unbelievably gorgeous man, and started to project how he’d react when seeing how un-gorgeous I was.
When we finally met, he turned out to be so incredibly beautiful, I wanted to just turn around and run away, rather than having to deal with an inevitably awkward rejection. But then I decided, “What the hell, nothing’s going to come of this, but why not just enjoy being with this guy, even if it’s only long enough for him to make an excuse to leave.”
He came toward me with a huge smile and open arms, and made me feel that he was just as happy to be with me as I was to be with him. We talked for a while, then got something to eat, after which he invited me back to his place.
While we were making love, he told me that I was, in many ways, very much his favorite type, and he appreciated the fact that I didn’t assume he was looking for someone like himself. He said that most of the guys he was interested in were too easily intimidated, and didn’t know how to relax and have fun, without worrying about all the “what ifs.” He also told me that he didn’t see anything wrong with me that really mattered.
What I learned that night was that this man, whose physical beauty made me weak in the knees, was even more beautiful on the inside. We’ve been together monogamously for over 17 years now, and I’m constantly amazed by how utterly beautiful this man is - on the inside, where it counts. And it took me a while to really understand and accept his love for me, and to be totally secure in our relationship.
And the amazing thing is that now I’m happy with the way I look, simply because **he **is happy with me, including the way I look.
So, ArrMatey!, your problem isn’t the way you look. You don’t have to have “beautiful” body parts, but you do have to be open to the possibility of meeting someone (beautiful or otherwise) who appreciates you for the person you are on the inside. And who knows, they might even like the way you look, too.