Sunday, 18 December 2011

Boring isn't Beautiful

It's every girl's dream to become acquainted with an undeniably handsome boy at the beginning of a night out.  He was definitely poster perfect.  No airbrushing necessary.  It was that effortless kind of attractiveness that leaves even the most headstrong girl a little weak at the knees.  I am almost embarrassed to say I became that pathetic fifteen year old girl who had developed a huge crush.  Cringe.  But it was true.  It was the type of reaction a die hard twilight fan would have when meeting Robert Pattinson.  Excitable, slightly short of breath and a little lost for words.  I do not exaggerate.

The voice, the smile and the hair all continued to impress.  Good dress sense.  Sociable.  Nice.  We just hit a slight bump in the road when it came to conversation.  When I say 'bump', perhaps I mean ditch.  A huge ditch.  The type of ditch in which your car becomes stuck and cannot be recovered.

Conversation was dry.  'As dry as crackers' as one of the girls so accurately described.  Once the obligatory introductory small talk was covered, he had absolutely nothing to say.  Nothing.  And honestly, you could never accuse any of us of not trying.  From asking him about his t-shirt to teaching him new dance moves, we tried SO hard.  Because it was difficult to accept that someone with the looks of a movie star possessed the personality of a snail.

But the more I tried, the less attractive he became.  Until I reached the point when I would've gladly replaced him with Harry Hill.  At least I would've laughed.  This was just exhausting.  And perhaps I wasn't his type.  But apparently none of the other girls were either.

So I would like to declare that it is simply not acceptable to be beautiful and boring.  Looks are not supposed to replace personality but complement it.  So those of us that are obvious winners with regards to appearance should not simply check out of conversation.  It is still important to be interesting.  Because frankly I would rather talk antiques with David Dickinson than have awkward silences with Ronaldo.  And I believe (and hope) I speak for the majority of the population when I state the point that looks alone are not enough.  And they never will be.