Rick Santorum looks like that guy in high school who… well, you couldn’t put your finger on it. He didn’t have some awful skin disease. He wasn’t shunned as a nerd. He didn’t have horrible coke-bottle glasses, his mother didn’t cut his hair with an upturned bowl, you couldn’t smell his breath at twenty paces, he didn’t chew with his mouth open, and he didn’t snort when he laughed. And yet, and yet… he couldn’t get a date to save his life.
Not unattractive, but not even in the same zip code as sexy.