Dating for ugly men
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He was hard of hearing, though he wouldn’t admit it, and he talked exceptionally loud.
I’d always prided myself on valuing personality over looks, so I showed up for my first date with him, nervous and unsure.
When he kissed me, shortly after I walked through his front door, I squeezed my eyes shut and paid attention to his tongue, lolling and cumbersome in my mouth like a slug, and felt relieved that that was out of the way.
My husband, unlike all the men I’d dated before him, was handsome.
In the early days of us dating, he’d often catch me looking at him.