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sugarmouse
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This might be one of the weirder questions ever asked, but anyhow…
I take it most people have seen Disney’s “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”. The main character is ostracised from society, spending his time singing, ringing bells, caring for orphaned baby birds, and carving figurines for his little model of the city. Now, when I was a kid, he was one of my favourite Disney characters and I thought that if he were real, he’d be the coolest friend ever.
And now I’ve grown up, and every time I watch that movie I think, “Single, devout Catholic, loves animals and kids, is artistic, sensitive and shy, and strong enough to pick up men and throw them if the occasion calls for it…yeah, he seems like a good match.” (I used to mention this to my friends, who would point out, “But he’s got a facial disfigurement and a hunchback”, and I just couldn’t get why it was relevant to anything)
Another time, I read a novel in which a woman meets a man at a dance class, described as “slightly older than her, not very good-looking, but with a kind face.” He turned out to be a terrible dancer, very shy, and with a stammer. When later it’s revealed that he has a good, stable job, and buys the woman a very thoughtful gift, all I could think was, “Wow, this guy is husband material. She’d better hurry up and marry him.” (She did, thankfully.)
Anyway, I’ve noticed this cropping up time and time again - while everyone seems to be going for the “perfect”, stereotypically handsome guys, I much prefer guys who aren’t “perfect”. I love men who are sensitive and shy and really really sweet (you know, a gentle man rather than just a gentleman). And I’ve even found myself not caring too much about looks. I think I’d actually prefer someone who’s more average-looking - for whatever reason, I just find that more attractive in the long-run. I remember in high school when all the girls were raving about Edward Cullen, and I just found his face so flawless that it was boring after a few minutes.
Okay, so I’m posting this thread. I may discover that I’m just weird.
I take it most people have seen Disney’s “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”. The main character is ostracised from society, spending his time singing, ringing bells, caring for orphaned baby birds, and carving figurines for his little model of the city. Now, when I was a kid, he was one of my favourite Disney characters and I thought that if he were real, he’d be the coolest friend ever.
And now I’ve grown up, and every time I watch that movie I think, “Single, devout Catholic, loves animals and kids, is artistic, sensitive and shy, and strong enough to pick up men and throw them if the occasion calls for it…yeah, he seems like a good match.” (I used to mention this to my friends, who would point out, “But he’s got a facial disfigurement and a hunchback”, and I just couldn’t get why it was relevant to anything)
Another time, I read a novel in which a woman meets a man at a dance class, described as “slightly older than her, not very good-looking, but with a kind face.” He turned out to be a terrible dancer, very shy, and with a stammer. When later it’s revealed that he has a good, stable job, and buys the woman a very thoughtful gift, all I could think was, “Wow, this guy is husband material. She’d better hurry up and marry him.” (She did, thankfully.)
Anyway, I’ve noticed this cropping up time and time again - while everyone seems to be going for the “perfect”, stereotypically handsome guys, I much prefer guys who aren’t “perfect”. I love men who are sensitive and shy and really really sweet (you know, a gentle man rather than just a gentleman). And I’ve even found myself not caring too much about looks. I think I’d actually prefer someone who’s more average-looking - for whatever reason, I just find that more attractive in the long-run. I remember in high school when all the girls were raving about Edward Cullen, and I just found his face so flawless that it was boring after a few minutes.
Okay, so I’m posting this thread. I may discover that I’m just weird.