What the hey? That’s the last thing I was expecting. Because they advertise on the subway all the time here in Toronto. I’ve often looked at their ads and wondered whether they were some kind of religion in disguise, or a review of the history of philosophy, or what.
That’s how I found out about them! I wondered the exact same things, but finally decided to give it a chance. It was the best decision I have ever made.
Oh, as I said, annoying- didn’t kill me.
The problem with me is that I didn’t grow up in that world, as has been noted above.
I dropped eighty pounds and my hair lightened when it grew and turned curly.
At fifteen I weighed 240# at 5’6" with a bowl cut. At sixteen I weighed 150# at 5’11" with long curly redblond hair.
I got embarrassed by the attention, and then eventually annoyed. The girls I liked thought I assumed I would get them, so refused me, and the ones who approached me were rarely what I liked…
Sorry!
I also wanted to add that as I have grown and matured, I have realized that the majority of the people I, as a youth, enjoyed looking at are not people I enjoy being with.
As Whassername, Blueberry Pancakes girl says in Pulp Fiction- it is unfortunate that what is pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the touch are so seldom the same.
Have you ever had sex with a heroin chic model-type? IT HURTS!
My entire youth I stared at tall, thin, and light.
I have been married or in relationships long term only with short, plump, and dark.
These was a Sports Illustrated story about a writer interviewing (I think) Linda Evanglista in Manhatten for the upcoming swimsuit edition. They were going to lunch and left the building. He was about to walk beside her and her personal assistant quickly grabbed him and said that you have to walk behind her. He first thought it was a control/subserviant thing until he realized if he walked next to her, he would be coliding with people as they all stopped to stare. She was a walking human traffic jam!
I wonder whether it’s a little like that neuro-linguistic programming thing that a number of Dopers have mentioned…
It’s not, not in the least. But I’ve talked to a few people certified in NLP and they all practice the things taught in the class.
I dated the most stunning man I’ve ever seen. He was an absolute sociopath and I still expect him to kill a wife if not his entire family, assuming he ever accumulates one.
My daughter is only 11, but I believe she is going to be beyond beautiful. Her dad is Korean American, and she has those exotic looks-like-eyeliner eyes, gorgeous skin, high cheekbones, and an occasional sultry pout that would put a supermodel to shame. Also has brownish-blonde hair that hangs absolutely straight and sets off her features perfectly. I don’t know what the hell to do with her. Her brother is gorgeous too, but on a less dangerous scale,if that makes sense.
Funny, I was gob smacked at the gym tonight and thought of this thread. I looked up and a young woman walked in and I stopped in the middle of a rep. She was a dead ringer for a young Helena Christensen. If you don’t remember the name she is the model who rolled around with Chris Isaak in his Wicked Game video.
I also have a gorgeous, exotic looking daughter…so it helps that she is mean as all get out.
Yes, you are not one of those superficial guys that focuses on appearances. Above all else, you require an intellectual soulmate. Now please tell us about some of the super-brainy women that you dated that happened to be ugly and overweight. Naturally you looked beyond their appearances because you were attracted to their beautiful minds.
My partner is one of the guys people stare at . . . not merely because he’s 6’10". He is of Persian descent, and has black hair and very dark features (you know, the guys with long eyelashes and perpetual five-o’clock shadow). He looks like a taller, thinner version of Nestor Carbonell. As others have said, you get used to the staring, it’s the people who DO things that are the problem. Like women who try to talk him into having a baby with them . . . even asking for a sperm donation. Or people who come right up and take his picture, with flash, without asking. Even now, at 46, he’s definitely not losing his looks.
He’s very good-natured about all this, and it really doesn’t bother him. But it has always bothered me. I happen to be . . . um . . . esthetically impaired, and people are always assuming we’re not a couple. Especially since I’m older, they tend to think I’m his ugly uncle. I suspect that even if they knew we were a couple, it wouldn’t stop them from coming on to him.
We’re not robots. Sexual attraction plays a role in any healthy relationship and I am certainly not above it. I need to be sexually attracted to my partner. But that alone is not enough. If she had been a horrible bitch or had no brain I would have had nothing to do with her.
I used to see this guy around campus all the time my freshman year of college. He was definitely the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, even now 20-some years later. I met another student there who thought the same- she got him to pose for several shots for her photography class. I wish I remembered his name- I’d stalk him on Facebook.
About 15 years ago I dated a Puerto Rican guy who was very good-looking. He was magnetic. I used to stare at him whenever we were together. Probably creepy, but I didn’t care. His personality sucked, so what else could I do?
The Most Beautiful Woman in the World is a waitress in a small bar in the Canaries.
Maybe 5 foot 3, very slim and very slightly built, the kind of grace that leaves you positive she’s been a dancer for years. She’s Bolivian. *Russet *skin - not brown, coppery; this colour that made us realise why white settlers would have called Native Americans ‘redskins’. Long long smooth shining black hair. And these *features *that make you wish you were a painter or a photographer so that you could spend the rest of your life working on doing justice to that face.
My husband and I went there a couple of nights, and spent half of each one talking about how utterly stunning she was. I’m attractive enough and I scrub up well when required, but I can’t imagine what it would be like to spend all day, every day, whether you make any effort or not, leaving people’s jaws on the floor.
I also went to college with a guy who, while not world-class gorgeous, was definitely model-gorgeous (he’d actually done some modelling). The first time you saw him, your mind went WHOA. Unfortunately, after you’d had one conversation with him, you never got the effect again. His personality cancelled out his looks to the point where you just didn’t see the looks the same way any more.
These two. My family and I attended a concert in their home on Valentine’s Day (she on grand piano, he on guitar), and I simply could not tear my eyes away from her.
Sports! Get them into sports big-time. Especially your daughter. She won’t care about her looks if she’s getting muddy/sweaty/bruised on the field/court/etc :p. I was friends with some girls on the homecoming court in high school and they would always compete with make-up free faces to seem “more fierce” to the competition. One painted black under their eyes like baseball players do (even for indoor sports). Who cares what you look like when it’s GAME DAY!
The most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen was a hippie girl in Santa Cruz, CA back in the good old days. Seriously. Movie star beautiful. Achingly beautiful. Goddess beautiful. I will never forget beautiful.
The most beautiful woman I have ever met wasn’t a 10. Objectively, she was above average in looks, but not drop dead gorgeous. Until she smiled. It just turned my brain right off, couldn’t hear or think about anything except how utterly beautiful she was. It was the Denver Worldcon in '08, and I spent 5 days making a fool of myself staring at her every time we met, and having to have her repeat what she said to me whenever she smiled at me. If I could have gotten together with her, I would have made it my life’s work to make her smile as much as possible, just to spread it around to others.
In my first job out of university I went to look at a house to share in a new city where I knew no one. The man who opened the door was barefoot and wearing shorts and a t-shirt and his body was spectacular. Added to that, his face matched; he looked like someone had cloned Rock Hudson at the pinnacle of his handsomeness and given him better teeth. He was easily the most perfectly beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on in real life. I doubt I made much of a first impression because I was actually and really struck dumb and my brain was doing this
“OHMYGOODGODWHOTHEHELLISTHISANDHOWSOONCANISHAGHIM?”
Him, smiling - “Are you here about the room?”
Me, practically drooling, no doubt - Nod.
There were two other people who lived in the house, a man and a woman who were a couple and I suppose I must have recovered my composure enough for them to decide I wasn’t a scary halfwit, because they all agreed I could move in to in the house.
Mr Handsome and I became great pals. He was a lovely man, too. Great personality, warm and generous and all the good things you’d want in a person.
We never got together and I was often out in his company and women would either completely not see me to the point where I’d be shoulder charged out of the way so they could get alongside him, or they’d wait til he went to the loo and get right in my face to demand to know who he was and more to the point “What’s he doing with someone like YOU?”
Such lovely ladies, obviously. 
He was always completely the same with any women I ever saw approaching him, perfectly polite and pleasant, but nope. Nothing doing.
He was straight and had the same girlfriend since from when he was in secondary school. At this stage, she was doing her PhD abroad and once she’d completed that and got a job somewhere in America, they got married and off they went. It was the only wedding I’ve ever been to where the groom was easily the most glamorous member of the bridal party. She was pretty, no question and a very nice woman, too. But a lot of people are pretty. None too many are drop dead beautiful. I’ve seen people stop as if they’ve been hit in the face with a stick to gaze at the kids, too. They’ve got a boy and a girl, both teenagers now, who take after their Dad.