I remember the exact time and place a girl first called me ugly. It was summertime. I was at the pool with some friends and let me preface this next sentence with the following clause: I was at the peak of my assholeness.
A ferociously unattractive woman swam across the pool towards me as I sat in a lounge chair. As she got closer, I could see in her eyes this clearly wasn’t going to end well. I had hoped she would approach one of my less fortunate friends but she walked right up to me and asked my name. I told her. She then asked if I had a girlfriend. I said no. She then asked me for my number. I said no. She then asked me why not and I responded rather nonchalantly, “Because you’re ugly.”
