It’s less a case of love being blind than beauty being only skin deep.
It’s sad the researchers didn’t seem to understand that.
Yup.
Mine is hairy, scary and ~nowhere~ near a ‘pretty boy’ [had one of those once...turned out to be worthless wife beater] but I wouldn’t trade my man for a hundred Tom Sellecks.
I look at him and see a darkly beautiful guardian angel.
Tonight in WalMart, some jackass asked hubby if I was his daughter.
If I’d heard it happening, [before “dad” took care of him] I’d have gut-hooked that maggot right there, much as I ripped the creep at a biker party who made a “Beauty & The Beast” crack, years ago.
[as if that fat wimpy slob had any room to talk..or a snowball’s chance in Hell]
For all that he’s not “pretty”, even after all these years I have to be watchful for the women who are charmed by his incredible “presence”.
“Looks” ain’t squat.
Pure animal magnetism trumps that, for square.
18 years later and I still go weak in the knees.
[even though I’m notoriously impossible to impress]
:)
Even as a young woman/teenager I was never attracted to a pretty face. Good looks are a dime a dozen.
When I first met my husband I thought he was a neanderthal and an idiot. I had no interest in him. He swore way too much.
We were in the same group and I finally had the opportunity to get to know him. Very quickly, I realized that I’d misjudged him and began to see him for the wonderful person that he is. Once I saw the inner beauty, I allowed myself to be swayed by the exterior and, to me, he truly is the most attractive man that I know.
But when I look at him, I don’t see the wrinkles. I see the man who sat by my bedside, unmoving, for 18 hours straight after I had surgery. I see the wonderful father. I see the humble strength of a man who never brags, but simply gives 100% to everything that he does.
Today is our 21st anniversary and I am so grateful to be married to this beautiful man. Yes, in my eyes, he’s an eleven! :-)