Have you ever noticed that sometimes a less-than-amazing-looking person automatically gets extra hot points simply for being in the vicinity of good-looking friends?
I was recently out to dinner with a friend of mine when I saw a good-looking guy sitting on the other side of the restaurant. He was with another guy.
Without even seeing the face of the man who had his back to us, Melissa and I decided he was cute. The decision was made by the combination of him having a nicely shaped head, acceptable haircut, business attire and, as I said, good-looking dinner company. Had one of those variables been different, the outcome may have changed.
This is not the first time this has happened, either. And I saw the guys’ faces!
How often have my friends and I met a group of cute guys, with their standard less-attractive friend mixed into the crowd, only to be carried by his friends? As much as I love him, the Joey Fatone of the group, if I may. I always wonder how it happened. Have they been friends since childhood? Do they feel bad for the poor, unfortunate-looking guy? Are they just not as judgmental as girls?
The way I see it, being the less cute version of your friends (while still being a huge part of the party) is kind of like being the backup keyboard player for Bon Jovi. No one knows who you are, and you sure as hell don’t look like Jon but, hey, you’re in baby because you’re in with them and they’re in with us.
These guys are pretty smart, too. They dress exactly like their friends, part their hair the same way, and usually have similar mannerisms. To an unsuspecting girl in a bar or club, they are, in essence, just another cute guy in a group of cute guys. And yet those sneaky tricksters aren’t cute at all!
The good part about the ugly friend is that that’s usually the funniest one in the group — for the sheer reason that they have to be. You gotta work what ya got, and if you can’t work what ya mamma gave ya because ya mamma didn’t give you much, than you sure as heck better make me laugh, buddy.
It’s good that they’re funny, too, because I usually talk to the ugly ones while my friends flirt with the cute ones (I have my boyfriend).