I've never been handsome. I can't say I'm ugly, of course. Overall, I completely confirm the statement that a man should be a little bit more attractive than a monkey. Now you have my approximate portrait. I don't complain about it now, but when I was young...
Being at high school, I was an object for mocking for everybody. I was very thin, puny and unattractive. At the age when boys were beginning to court girls I didn't even think about that because I knew it would give them one more reason to laugh at me. However, exactly this fact served as such a reason when they called me "hey-gay!" -- soon the whole school thought I liked boys. With finishing school, my problems didn't disappear, vice versa i'd say.
The more grown up I was getting the more problems I faced. At college, I got another problem concerning my appearance. The thing is that it was very fashionable to wear stubble on one's face at that time and all the guys wore. The girls liked it and I lost again. Why? Because I almost didn't have stubble. All I was wearing on my face were thin, light hairs, at about 35 items to be exact, within one centimeter from each other.
Not just girls but I myself didn't like my "stubble" and shaved thoroughly every morning. Because of that, I looked like a high school kid though I was already 21. Certainly, girls didn't take me seriously and most of my fellow-students didn't even want to say hello to me.
In my fourth year, I fell in love with one pretty girl from my group and was going to tell her about it. I was afraid of a flop too much and decided not to shave for a couple of days. "At least I would look older", - I thought. I bought a beautiful rose and made a declaration of love to her right in the corridor during the break. She looked so seriously; she took the rose looking straight into my eyes, then bent down to my ear and whispered: "Did you stuck those hairs for me, baby?" I blushed with shame and she walked away laughing so loudly that everyone could hear.
I lived that way for a long time. At 30 I could boast only about several kisses at the disco, where it was too dark to see my lacks, and one sexual experience with a drunk girl who mixed me up with her boyfriend (I realized he was her boyfriend as soon as he entered!) at a party. But soon things were going to change.
The first change plunged me into a deep shock. At the age of about 32 I started going bald! First, I thought I wouldn't suffer the development of another disadvantage and was going to give my life up for lost. However, this disadvantage appeared to be a great advantage. In fact, there goes such a belief among women that bald men are the best lovers of all. I'm 38 now and I am completely bald. Can you imagine how lucky I am?
Women throw themselves at me and won't let me go until they get what they need. Fortunately, our needs coincide! As for me, I know that their belief in bald lovers is a complete nonsense. Those women who had sex with me also know that :) But there are still so many of those who don't know... I just hope my hair is not going to grow again!
Alex, 38
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