I will never understand why guys think they all deserve to be with supermodel gorgeous women no matter how completely unattractive they themselves are.

Oh, wait. Yes, I do. It's called sitcoms.

I looked down at his pudge, raised an eyebrow, and told him he's not one to talk. Did you really? I would be thinking it, of course, but my deeply ingrained niceness would never let me actually do it. This makes me love you more.

It's the sheer level of manipulation and control issues here that blows my mind.