Do not, do not, do not agree to have this woman be my roommate. Too beautiful.
Men's defense against beauty:

  • John Travolta in Pulp Fiction, in the bathroom trying to talk himself out of sleeping with the gangster's moll: you will not sleep with her, you are going to go home and whack off.
  • My Uncle X, drunk and divorced and devastated, collaring me and telling me: Smokey, before you ever get married, just masturbate a hell of a lot
  • Ulysseus, tying himself to the mast of the ship so that he will not leap into the embrace of the Sirens.
So worried lately about this issue of beauty, and non-beauty. How will the plain survive?