Or, more simply, have we just realized that dating freakishly beautiful people isn’t all it's cracked up to be?
Or perhaps we become more acutely aware of the impermanence of beauty after experiencing our own signs of aging?
When I introduced my boyfriend Mickael to my father, I desperately hoped they’d get on.
I feared my dad might take umbrage at his modest job as a hotel receptionist, or his thick French accent — but I could never have predicted what actually set him off: Mickael’s looks.
As a drop-dead gorgeous man’s girlfriend you have to be tough.
You need a thick skin, high self-esteem and the ability not to care what other people think.