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I’ve always found something comforting in being with a guy in less than perfect shape. Sure, I can appreciate a David Beckham underwear ad just as much as the next girl, but when it comes to real life, a little extra weight or unruly hair has it’s own distinctive appeal.

First of all it allows for you to drop a certain level of self-consciousness. If he’s not in perfect shape he certainly can’t expect you to be! I can find it easier to believe that an armchair quarterback would overlook when I’ve put on a stray pound or two than, say, a personal trainer. The fact that I can feel an attraction burning in my eyes for their pale physique or stocky legs also reminds me that the same desire reflected in theirs may be just as genuine.

Second, there is the competition factor. One of the number one reasons I hear for the failure of relationships is one party’s unfaithfulness. Call it a safety measure, but I’m put slightly at ease by the thought of a man that fewer other women are vying for, or even one that may have a lower success rate if he tried to stray. If he feels like he’s already with better than he deserves he may be less likely to attempt an upgrade.

Slight tangent- I always loved the scene in A Beautiful Mind where in order to prove the benefits of his economic theory he described a group of women walking in the door- one an absolute knockout. Now, if all of the guys approached her first, only one would succeed and the rest are left with slightly hostile women annoyed at being second choice. If instead, the guys agree to all approach one of the other women who are most likely aware of the appeal of their friend, their chances of flattery and success skyrocket. I’m not sure if it’s the old-fashioned setting or scientific approach, but it somehow seems a classier explanation than the modern incarnation of The Game.

And of course, we’ve all heard the old adage, but the nerd is almost always guaranteed to try harder than the heartthrob. Sure it takes some experience to learn the ropes of female anatomy, but a guy who has five new girls lining up out the door has to be less worried about pleasing the one in front of him. The two men who taught me most about being truly satisfied were not necessarily the ones I would plaster in a photo spread across my wall. They were the ones most worried about my happiness, and the only telling physical sign of that was the satisfied smile across their faces.

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