Better Off Ugly.

Yesterday, I had the privilege of attending what is fast becoming a popular motorsport in Australia, the Drift Race. I found it to be a most enthralling and interesting experience. Enthralling, because deep within the murky soup that is my mind is a visceral, manly need to be around fast cars, and chicks wearing bugger-all clothing, but interesting because it displayed quite clearly the phenomenon of “beautiful women dating ugly men”.

I’m not writing this to be judgemental, or to deride the lovely ladies because of their choice of man, mainly because it’s their choice and there are probably redeeming traits that come out when the doors are closed, ie good sense of humour, subservient, or gives a great foot massage. I don’t know, and I don’t care. Good luck to them.

I’m writing this because I just want to ponder over how the men get the confidence to just waltz up to some great looking woman and just chat away. On top of that, how they can do so without appearing to be some sleaze-bag that wants to jump their bones.

Perhaps it’s the initial impression that is given? If the guy seems like a “sweetie”, then he is probably worth talking to without fear of afore-mentioned bone-jumping. Whereas, if the guy looks like a sleaze-bag, then they’ll withdraw and go running for afore-mentioned sweetie ie the one who made a good, afore-mentioned initial impression. Afore.

But is it a level of arrogance that possesses a man to talk to such women? From a personal standpoint, I’ve noticed that the women that I’ve been attracted to have been extremely intimidating people. Whether it is through beauty, social standing or level of drive, it seems to remind me of “wanting what is out of your league”, or “wanting what you can’t have”. To approach someone whom you immediately deem as better than you requires some level of self-confidence, or daresay it, arrogance.

Because if you have a face that looks like the east side of a west-bound dump-truck, surely you’d have a lot of nerve to waltz up to grid girls/models and start chatting them up? Either that, or you’re just completely and utterly shameless.

If that’s the case, then you’re a prick and I hate you, but I wanna be you... but without your face.