I'm not a model, just a regular guy

When it comes to my looks, I don't think I'm particularly handsome.  My appearance can go either way, and I think that's fine.  Thankfully, I'm not an extreme.  It would be such a burden to be excruciatingly beautiful.

When it comes to having others judge you on your looks, I make a joke as a defense mechanism.  Will they like what they see?  You hope so, no matter what the situation.  Usually, I try to brush off my appearance and act as if it means little to me.  It's just one part of the package.

When chatting with K, the whole thing about looks comes to the forefront of the conversation.

"I'm not a model.  Just a regular guy," I say.

Thinking K is used to hanging with the beautiful crowd, I find the response to be promising.  "For me, dealing with a man with a manly attitude, is masculine and with morals and values is worth more than dealing with a model."

When I hear this, I start to think, Hmmm, this could be interesting.  That is, until the douche cancels our plans at the last minute to hang with someone who looks like a model.  Then, I realize some people just want to be around models, no matter what they say.  Morals and values, my ass.