You Got a Little Ugly on Your Face

Someone today made it quite clear Bubba is not blessed with the looks:

"She said you were ugly....but smart"



--And this wasn't the worst part. The deadly-flying-uppercut-knockout-blow came from the fact that the comment was said so as-a-matter-of-factly--with so much conviction--that it was as if no euphemism or lingual embellishment could save me from the starkly truth.

"....yeah, she can be straightforward at times..."



The point is painstakingly clear: 'You got a little ugly on your face', now get over it! Not that I am particularly obsessed with appearances, but I've always secretly wished--even sometimes believed--I was somehow dating-supermodels worthy. What I lacked in monetary wealth and rugged-good looks, I made up for with my wit and charm. I've almost convinced myself that my sarcastic bitterness can be very attractive (when the lighting's just right, of course!). The rest of the world, however, seems to disagree.

"....but she did say you were smart..."



Ouch. Rub it in, will ya? And to think, both the messenger and the critic have already tried to find something redeemable in my stubborn insistence on continuing to breathe: my intelligence.

Ok, Bubba glad Bubba not dumb rock, but damn... UGLY?

That's harsh.