I Have Something to Say

This is just a rant...a random thought. I remember a study in college psychology class. They took a number of men and women, (think it was 1000 each), and divided them into categories. I remember some, (slender, good looking/ over weight/good looking, over weight/ugly, and slender/ugly, balding, slender, balding/overweight)...might have been more but these are the ones that stick out in my memory. They were all taught the same sales spiel for the same product...and released on the public. The groups that did the best were the slender, good looking males and females. the group that faired the worst were balding, ugly, over weight males. Ok..."ugly" was not used to describe them, but I don't remember exactly what the word that was used to describe these groups. All I could think back then was, "wow...how absolutely devastating it would be to be lumped into one of the "less than attractive" groups! The point is, beautiful people have an advantage in life. I know now, being involved with a truly beautiful woman, that life for the truly beautiful isn't all roses either. People will look at them and automatically expect them to be stuck up, self centered, less than intelligent, egotistical, selfish. So...not one group can sail through life unscathed...but, I sure would like to know what it would be like to be considered one of the world's "pretty people". My girlfriend has always dated and had relationships with dynamic, successful handsome men...and, although I am still in good shape and fit, I do feel inadequate that I am not those things...and cannot help but wonder why she is with me. When I was young, I played a professional sport...in the military I was an officer and pilot...so, it didn't matter what I looked like, I still attracted women. but since I am older, am a has-been, I couldn't turn heads if I were covered in $100 bills and on fire. I hope she truly sees something in me that is worth her time and love. But, compared to the famous musicians and actors she has had in her life, I sure do feel inadequate. Just a rant...just some thoughts. I guess, late at night, all alone, my insecurities come out to haunt me like ghosts.