Why Do Gorgeous Girls Marry Messed up Guys?

With this post, I run the risk of gross generalization but what the hell! The stuff I've written here is purely from personal observation and experiences. Ignore the ones that don't apply to you.

I've evolved a dictum of sorts from these said experiences: Gorgeous girls invariably marry ****ed up guys and lead ruinous lives.

A few weeks ago, a long-lost friend called me and wanted to meet. Almost all guys back in college had wooed her to no avail. Post-college, she married a certified jerk. What transpired in our meeting was a series of sorry tales of multitudinous abuse. I didn't flatter myself to be an agony uncle. She wanted to catch up to remember the fun times. She also narrated similar sordid tales of mutual (girl) friends.

I got out of that meeting badly shaken.

I tried to recollect how the other girls - OK, friends who are girls - I knew were doing now. I tried to reestablish contacts, a painful but rewarding experience. A common theme emerged from my limited success at this endeavor. All the pretty ones were miserably taken. And they had married the ones whom everybody had warned
about. As an aside, I didn't have zillions of girls as friends, the number is less than ten. I am exaggerating, just to make it more grim. To make it look like it's some kind of phenomenon. It is.

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