the pretty boy effect...

today, as i was strolling down the air conditioned by-ways of Glorietta's halls, i was confronted by an unlikely issue... how i felt about cute slash good-looking guys/men. seeing as how they were everywhere, from the bathrooms, to starbucks, to the less populated quads, i was amused by my own wishful thinking. and so, as i continued to walk and lightly ponder whether or not i should vocalize this newly found interesting topic of mine, i, off the top of my head, have drawn out two sound propositions... one, i'd like to have a guy like that as my boyfriend slash lover. and two, (intriguing enough) i would like to be that guy, or even be just as good-looking. let's face it, in the matters of international dating guidelines, looks are just as important as personality. and, in the queer society i live in... looks are what you go with. sans the make up, i find myself below the average face value meter, and trust me, it ain't a good feeling. the problem is... am i too vain to think this way? or am i just programmed? hence comes the saying, never judge a book by its cover. but what if that cover is all you have and nothing more? how do you compromise yourself between vanity and necessity? the answer to that, i am yet to find out. however, i am still on the shelf. for the inquiring he-sh that dare probe. a nice catch in the rough.