Real Love Is Never Ugly

So my home girl sends me a pic of her new man, "what do you think?" she wants to know, "is he ugly?" I laugh out loud at the thought of her feeling like she has to satisfy some social need to have a Star Boi as her man. I thought he was average. She made me assure her that my inconsequential opinion about his nose and jaw line were fact. I was a little annoyed at first, I mean he wasn't a dog, but so what if he was, as long as he was good to her .... right????  


Well it really isn't that simple. We are visual beings, living in an age of instant gratification, in other words we SHALLOW- AS - HELL, and unfortunately looks do matter. No one picks the ugly dude in the dance to make out with, the real question, is how much looks SHOULD matter in choosing a mate.


"I have a type", she explains, "and its not ugly".  O_o Most women know what they want in a man, we always hope that we find him and he's handsome too. But you can't always have what you want. We must be warned against holding out for the "perfect guy". I'm not saying we should lower our standards, just set our priorities straight, and be realistic. She fell for a man who didn't meet her usual strict standards of physical beauty, even though she admits that he a "pretty decent guy" (no pun intended), AND the sex is awesome.


Still, she's concerned about how the kids would turn out, about what her family and friends would think about her bringing home ah ugly man. She feels it necessary to have that general feeling of satisfaction that comes with having a handsome prize on her arm, a man other women would lust for. But really ??? ..... why sacrifice your happiness for a pretty face?? Common sense would tell us that beauty fades, that character and values are what would really decide the faith of a relationship. 


Real love is never ugly.  But hey... if we’re already committing shoe-icide; sacrificing our feet for a hot pair of heels,  its not that hard to see how for some, its totally acceptable to be  miserable as long as he’s cute, but to me that’s like committing suicide.