Give Geeks A Chance

Sex, Self

Taking a second look may lead to the ultimate attraction.

You've been compared to Angelina Jolie. He's more of a Steve Carell. Should you take him up on his lunch-date offer?

This is the dilemma I have often faced during my college years (aside from the part about looking like Angie), and I faced it once again last Thursday.

I was pre-gaming with some guy friends, their friends, and the friends of those friends, when one of them (unfortunately not the Abercrombie model look-alike with whom I'd been flirting) came up to me and asked, "Do you remember when you turned me down at Shooters (a local club)?" My face turned strawberry red as I mumbled, "uh…no…"

I felt embarrassed, awkward, and most of all, shallow (yes, of course, I remembered). I ended up apologizing, blaming it on , and agreeing to dance with him that night to make up for it. I attempted to seem interested, but as hard as I tried to look past his sub-average looks, the shallow part inside me was screaming "you deserve someone cuter!"

I know, I know. I'm a horrible person. Looks are sooooo unimportant. But really, are they? Can you honestly say that you wouldn't rather share a kiss with George Clooney than Jack Black? Exactly.

But what if the former was a jerk and the latter a sweetheart? How much attraction-at-first-site must you give up for a magnetic personality? I decided to test the waters, and see if this guy's character alone was enough to lure me in.

For the rest of the night, I talked to, or rather, laughed with, the charming lad. He was polite, genuine, hilarious, and, above all, interested in me. I hadn't laughed this hard since Sarah Palin ran for vice-president. I decided to try out a few harmless dates—what did I have to lose?

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