The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of his tail. – Rabindranath Tagore
I remember in college wishing I was better looking… how terrific it would be to just walk into a room and have women’s jaws drop. I remember thinking that my dad was a good-looking guy. Why wasn’t I? My brother, too, though his acne was way worse than mine. But after a while, I quit being really bothered by it because I was able to date women who I thought were really attractive. I was never really sure whether this was because I wasn’t as homely as I feared or if a guy’s looks just weren’t as important to a woman as they were to a guy.