“I have been dating the best looking person in town. Trouble is, I truthfully don’t like her much as a person. A little shallow, boring, dull conversation. But, I’m not a looker, I’m a charmer, and I landed her, and it makes me feel pretty great to have someone like this on my arm in front of colleagues, family, hell: strangers in a bar. Which, in turn makes me shallow doesn’t it? So who’s worse? Me probably. It’s so cliche, looks really don’t matter, just, loving someone does, you know? I threw away a gourmet girl for this cheap arm candy. Dammit.” – Shallow Sal