Back in school, Ruth was the poster girl for a geek tragedy. With a mouth full of metal, ultra thick glasses that gave her eyes large enough to intimidate an alien, and an acne problem severe enough to earn her the nickname ‘The Pizza’, she was no prom queen. However, she was arguably the smartest, wittiest and wisest of us all, though unfortunately, contrary to stereotype, she wouldn’t do your homework.
Her first boyfriend was Darren – he was a computer whizz kid and visually, had the full works: a black round necked T-Shirt, gel spiked hair and was dressed for trick or treating all year round. However, despite the visuals, their relationship was rock solid. He treated her like a goddess, a goddess from Planet Goth, but a goddess nonetheless. While we were all busy aspiring to be the local jock’s flavour of the minute, Darren and Ruth were presenting us with something even more alien to our eyes than their appearances; a glimpse at a mature, respectful relationship.
Let’s fast forward to 10 years later. I’m at a friend’s party. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I whirl around to see an unrecognizable, beautiful face. It was Ruth! The end of her dental sentencing had left her with a row of Hollywood teeth. Having discovered contact lenses, her two magnifying glasses on a frame had gone to prescription lens heaven. She peered at me with perfect, almond shaped, green eyes. Her skin was clear, her formerly skinny frame had grown slender curves, and she was dressed in a 50s retro glamour summer dress. A universal consensus would have approved the lady as undeniably hot. After scooping my jaw off the floor and a couple of stiff drinks later, we started chatting boys. Surprised that she was single, I prodded further. She confessed that after high school, she and Darren had parted ways to go to college, and the boys she had attracted were few and far between, and she hadn’t been asked on a date for two years.
Beauty is only skin deep, but Ruth was still, as always, great company. It led me to ask myself whether women who are considered more physically attractive do in fact find themselves sporting a dating handicap.
Harry Potter child star turned elfin stunner Emma Watson complains that men are intimidated by her, so she can never get a date. Many might feel the urge to reach for the vomit bucket at hearing such a seemingly arrogant statement.
But does she have a point?
Do men shy away from fairer faced females, or is this just a ruse beautiful women use to explain away their inability to sustain a decent relationship?
This video gives us some interesting answers: