Tonight I met a boy who was impossible not to look at. I actually had first seen him at my party but wrote him off as a rowdy alpha male, with his polo shirt and clean haircut. Yet tonight I saw him as a human, not just a beer loving, breast grabbing animal. There was a certain mystique to him, like he could have everything he wanted, that he could change the world if he so desired. He was amazingly beautiful; tall, athletic thighs, defined cheekbones, soft brown eyes, but I was not attracted to him because I have never been attracted to those sorts of guys, and they are never attracted to me. Usually these types of gorgeous people would not give me a second thought, but T had a way of talking to every person in the room as though he were taking time out of his immensely busy life to hear what that person had to say. When he laughed his face radiated sheer happiness and he carried a sort of innocence with him as he walked. He was truly the all-American boy: injured in the military, he was told he'd never walk again but overcame it; now he was back in college, did modeling on the side, and had even been knighted in England. Yes, he was a "sir," but he never acted as though he were any better than me, with my frizzy curls and stubby little legs. He told us of how many of his girlfriends had cheated in him, including his ex-fiance, and I wondered who could bring themselves to cheat on this seemingly flawless boy. Maybe there was something I was missing.

I really don't know why I am writing about him. He just made me think, intrigued me in a way that few have done before. He seemed to be larger than life, like South Carolina was where he was settling until he moved on to bigger and better endeavors. I could envision him sitting on a throne in England, sipping tea and commanding the army. Or in a pair of briefs on a billboard in New York City. I was so ordinary and meaningless next to him, just a runt with an attitude. Beautiful guys have a way of making me feel unworthy, like I don't even deserve to be in the same room as them. If I were ever to date anyone astonishingly good looking, I know every girl would be thinking, what's he doing with her? I'd constantly be worried that he'd grow tired of me and lust for thin girls with big breasts who like to party and go nuts. Not that average looking men don't want that as well, but when a guy is hot and he knows it, or at least everyone else does, it's never a good thing. Looking at T's broad shoulders and full lips I realized that I didn't want a guy who could do it all, who was so untouchable and intimidating. He was nice to look at, but I'd take chest hair over knighthood any day.