When my DC friend D visited a couple of months ago, he happened to meet someone who I was then considering dating.
“Do you think he’s cute?” I asked.
“He’s alright,” he said.
I sighed, hearing my ambivalence validated. “He’s not as cute as me, though, huh.”
“No. But probably most guys you date aren’t going to be.”
“Why not?” I demanded, immediately grasping to tick off past interests who I thought every bit if not more attractive than myself.
“Well,” he explained, “some people don’t like to date people more attractive than they are.”
“Huh,” I said, pausing to consider the various ways in which my insecurities manifest in my love life and the fact that one might think this would be one of them. I would kind of think that this be one of them. But, strangely enough, I’m realizing–today–it’s not.
I suppose it happens that two people in a relationship are equally good-looking. But we all know that, when there’s an imbalance, it is generally the man who is less beautiful.