In fact, my wife, who likes to drop expert put downs on my head like Thor's hammer - hurtling, surprisingly, from off camera to hit a frost giant on the ass - says that were I Stalin, there'd be a bit less gulag and a bit more Christian Dior sunglasses.
She knows me like I know the plans for that time machine I built at age twelve (which, by a strange coincidence, resembled a lounge chair with some non-functional buttons on it) so I don't dispute the characterization.
But on to the main point...
Throughout my sweet, delicious, 'where's the creamy filling?' focused dating career there were many, many times when a woman's wit, humor, courage and other lovely qualities having nothing whatsoever to do with how she looked by American beauty standards so rocked me that I dove in with the wildest of abandons.
One of my sexiest girlfriends never thought of herself as such (or even pretty) but goddamn was she in error!
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