If your girlfriend is pretty and many guys want her, that's another reason to keep her and treat her right. You got what they can't have. And, if your boyfriend is handsome and many pretty girls want him, and he does not look at those pretty girls, then you are lucky enough, that's another reason to keep him and treat him right. You got what they can't have.
A relationship is not about having a handsome boyfriend or having a pretty girlfriend.. It's not about trying to make things perfect because there are no perfect relationships... But it's finding someone who matches you and would accept the worst of you and will go through everything without giving up on you.
He had a certain air of being a handsome man-which he was not; and a certain air of being a well-bred man-which he was not. It was mere swagger and challenge; but in this particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.
Like a battalion of marines at roll call, her neck hairs marshaled to five-alarm status. She stumbled back to her desk, jerked open the botton drawer, retrieved a pair of Nighthawk binoculars, fixed the scopes on him, and fiddled with the focus. Gotcha. Hair the colour of coal. Chocolate brown eyes. A five-o'clock shadow ringing his craggy jawline. Handsome as the day was long... He sauntered towards her, oozing charisma from every pore. Charlee forgot to breathe. And then he committed the gravest sin of all, knocking her world helter-skelter. The scoundrel smiled.
I like to think of myself as the Rutger Hauer of this show Star Trek: The Next Generation. But then I like to think of myself as Rutger Hauer in real life: strikingly handsome, irresistible to women, an intergalactic enigma.
Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.