Hot Girls Dating Ugly/Jock Guys
Jan 28th, 2008 by Stephen
mark wrote:Why do nice guys finish last and why do girls like to date *ssh*l*s? Why are hot girls super b*tch*s and the nice ones usually fat and/or ugly? (obviously this isn’t speaking about everyone, but generally speaking, I do see a pattern. Why? I ponder.)
Mark this is a phenomena many have noted over the age of men. Of course, I’m only speaking of the last 10 or so years. Which isn’t the full span of the “age of men” but I think you get my point.
There are really two types of “why is that hot girl dating [type of guy]?” questions.
Why is that hot chick dating that sports jock?
When we reference sports jock, we are not specifically talking about those men who are very into sports. This also includes any man who takes his appearance very seriously, and has little or no personality to back up the looks.
I imagine the type of girl who dates these types of guys are themselves somewhat underdeveloped in the personality department. Though this does not always hold true.
The reason for this is insecure hot girls. They are the girls who need to prove to themselves by maintaining the image. They have to look cool, and in order to look cool, you have to be with someone who themselves projects coolness.
Why is that hot chick dating that ugly guy?
There is a plethora of ugly guys in this world. So many in fact, that the large majority of them remain dormant in their mothers basement or similar environment. These men are the reserves, called only in time of dire need.
Actually that’s not true. Here is the truth to this situation.
There are some guys who are so comfortable with their ugliness that they just don’t care. Instead of hating the world and lashing out at everyone around them, they accept their ugliness for what it is, and they go with their true self.
There is a certain type of girl who is attracted to this solid personality. These types of girls are able to overlook the exterior defects, and look in on the shining beauty held within these ugly guys.
The final answer.
There is no final answer. The issue is that there are many types of people out there. And it so happens that there is a mixture diverse enough that you have seemingly attractive (seemingly only because that’s a matter of perspective) females dating guys who provide no obvious value on the evolution scene. The one exception being the ugly guys, because sometimes they are smart, but those are rare occasions.
Everyone knows that beautiful people are smart.
The original used in the title image used with permission (permission pending) and courtesy of Alex Evans, check out the original here.
Ever heard of the Ugly Duckling Sydrome? Well…
Ugly Duckling Syndrome
A Girl who grew up all her life unattractive until High School or College when she then “Blossomed” into a really hot girl. Unlike naturally pretty girls though, her self-esteem is pretty low (As it’ll almost permanently be for life) but, she has a good heart, personality, and soul because that’s all she could afford to have when she was unattractive. Also, any girl with UDS, will go out with any guy cause to her “Looks Don’t Matter. As long as they have a good Sense of Humor.” As long as they never realize that they’re a Ten, they’ll always be humbled and down to earth.
A girl with the Ugly Duckling Syndrome or UDS, is The Perfect Catch! She’s a Perfect 10 both in and out and she’ll do whatever you want her to do! She’ll date anybody and could never do anything wrong to you because to her, she’s lucky just to have you!
Jenny has hit on an excellent point here. I think we all appreciate (perhaps in a secret way) the ugly ducks in our lives.
B*tch* girls are b*tch* for a very good reason. I’ve spent weeks studying male to female relationships. Think about the life of a very textbook attractive female. Everywhere you go you get guys who think they are being bold approaching you with seemingly “original” lines. So say this girl likes to club. If 20 guys approach her in one night and she goes out once a week at least. That’s 80 guys approaching her in a month. Now think about a year. 80 dudes per month times 12 months in a year, 960 dudes with “original” lines. Now if she indulges these “brave” men she now has to put up with 960 conversations that start and end with, “Hey whats your name love?” “Do you like it here?” “What do you do?” The would peeve me off, thank god I’m a moderately attractive male. So now say this girl has been clubbing for 5 years and has been since she was 19, so she’s 24 and smokin hot. She’s been approached by roughly 4,800 dudes. Wouldn’t you put up a b*tch shield to deflect this unnecessary waste of time? Not to mention the monotony. But then again all the frustrated chumps in the world buy these woman drinks so don’t be surprised if they shoot you a smile. They just are drunk enough yet.
Woman love true and real confidence. Sports jocks likely have spent most of their lives either being envied or being popular. As we all know this rank of esteem will create an individual of confidence. These guys aren’t thinking about what’s wrong with them. For all the dudes out there watch woman. Do you respect a woman who doesn’t take care of hygiene and hold herself in esteem? Confidence is 20 times more attractive than any looks will ever take you.
My two cents…
I hear nothing but the “good-sense-of-humor” rag everytime.
I’ve made women laugh, and that’s all I’ve done, and I’ve far as I’ve ever gotten (Especially highschool). Never went out with any of them, just made them laugh….so I can’t help but not consider the statement valid yet…damnit.
i h8 the world…
Being ugly sucks.
I’m ugly: I’m short, scrawny, bald (I’ve shaved my head), pale complexion, big ears, big forehead, egg shaped/bumpy head with protruding, bulbous rear skull (corroborated by several independent observers and likened to Sam Cassell BTW — I never get compared to anyone famous who’s cool, popular, good looking and also bald like Bruce Willis or Michael Jordan or something, it’s always Gollum, Coneheads, or Alien). I look way older than I am, and am told so mainly because of the male pattern baldness which you can still notice despite the shaved head (and this is an IMPROVEMENT over growing it out or at least I think so).
I have a goofiness about me. I have every reason to believe that people think of me as an ugly, unpopular, stupid, wimpy loser — and that’s exactly what I never wanted to be like. It’s what me and my family and friends would make fun of…the retards, the midgets, the fatasses, and the ugly f*cks. Put another way, if I were to watch my life and who I am like 10 years ago I would have felt sympathy or disdain because I never saw myself as being like that. Now that feeling is still there, despite what the mirrors reflect and what other people pretty much blatantly tell me I am and what life tells me I am (the fact is I am alone, barely see friends, have no girlfriends, and people are repulsed by me). I am repulsed by me too. It’s a strange feeling between being disgusted with who I’ve become and denying that I’m that person or that it’s really “that bad.” Most days I fool myself into thinking it’s not as bad as it seems and that there is more to life. And there is. But when you’re young, you should have to worry constantly about how freakish you look in public — you should be confident and adventurous, willing to meet any social challenge and explore people and places with the feeling that you’ll be accepted and liked. I used to have that feeling, or at least had hope that it would be even BETTER in the future. But it’s worse. And I’m gettting older and older, and that feeling of confidence — that feeling that others envy you, desire you, and like you — is fading away with my looks.
There’s a harsh truth to face. I’m not going to amount to anything or do anything significant or have any of my dreams fulfilled. I’m never going to be famous or admired or rich. Those are still fantasies I have, but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that they will not happen. I’ve instead adopted a more realistic, local, microcosmic approach as I’ve matured: enjoying everything but just on a smaller scale: my environment, my friends, etc. So you can’t be world-famous or rich…so at least you can be loved by the good people you do meet, coworkers, relatives, friends, local strangers. At least you can matter to a lot of people and accomplish enough without national attention. But even this mentality is diminished by my lack of self-esteem. I don’t feel good about how I look or who I am, and it seems to tarnish everything else. It’s like thinking about death — it makes almost everything seem pointless (I’m an atheist).
So I can either accept my ugliness and how people have come to see me (which I’m almost 95% sure would be something like “old, wimpy, nerdy, goofy, weird, ugly, awkward, whiny” over how I want to be viewed — “energetic, youthful, charismatic, fun, hot, sexy, tough, intelligent, articulate, suave, popular, capable”) or resist it and try to convince myself it’s at the very least “not so bad” (when it really IS that bad and I’m constantly reminded of it because the world won’t let me forget myself or lose myself). Even my delusions have become more pathetic: I used to convince myself I looked like Tom Cruise; now I try to convince myself I look like Michael Stipe. And both are false.
Therefore, the choices are hopelessness and resignation vs. delusion and denial. At least in relation to what I’ve always wanted my life to be like, i.e., being popular, lots of good friends and good looking women, belonging, being admired, being important, being rich and famous and powerful and well-connected. Even on a microcosmic scale that dream is dead, and it’s because I’m ugly and wimpy. Guys don’t respect me or take me seriously because the average 15 year old is already bigger than me and can kick my *ss, and women don’t date me because I’m an under-confident, ugly, awkward, puny little man.
If I go with delusion and denial, I can salvage some hope and temporary happiness. I’ve fluctuated between this and hopelessness/despair based on my mood and the feedback I’m given from the world (viz, when it reminds me what an ugly, freakish, weakling/ loser I am) for roughly the past seven years (about the time I started balding in college). It’s been no joyride, but at least it keeps me going. However, nothing has materialized because of this. It hasn’t gotten me a girlfriend or really helped me accomplish anything socially. I’m no more popular, connected or accepted than any other time. I still spend my free time generally by myself, alone in my apartment. I talk to maybe one person consistently, and he lives as boring a life as me.
If I go with hopelessness, I’m basically saying my life is over. Everything I’ve ever wanted up to this point is unachievable. The best I can hope for is to find other things that make me happy, to settle, or to be hit with dumb luck. In other words, just be glad that some people love me and accept me, that I have some people to be with and who know I exist and care for me, and that I have my health and hobbies and interests. It’s the best I’m going to get, but as for living the life I see others live — i.e., the life I’ve always wanted to live (pretty, happy, charismatic people; e.g., The Beach)– it’s nothing but a pipe dream. The sooner you admit it, the better off you’ll be. You’ll never be like that or experience that, except in a daydream. Marry a fat chick, try to have fun, and live out your days.
Then again, I could be wrong. It’s all very subjective. And that’s the hard part. You can’t know what others think, and you can’t ever fully understand what attracts people. But there are certainly patterns…and just because one ugly guy lucks out and scores a pretty girl doesn’t mean it’s an everyday thing. I normally see attractive women with attractive guys, or at least decent looking guys who must have a lot of confidence, be talented, highly intelligent, or connect very well with them. It all depends. But that’s still the exception. And it’s still not what I pictured for myself. So what if it’s POSSIBLE? I don’t want people thinking I’m some sort of statistically improbable event. I want people to EXPECT it. And they don’t expect ugly guys to get pretty girls. That’s a fact. It’s natural, it’s what we all think. It’s what *I* think.
Who knows.