Pretty people are often a crashing bore.  Except for me, of course.

What a snob. I preferred the slob.

I’m having a Dr. Seuss moment.

There’s a lot of freedom that comes with not giving a shit what other people think of you - something that the pretty boy may someday figure out. 

Also, I am absolutely certain that I will be unable to drive today without announcing to myself where I am ("Mass Ave and Inman?  We’re in Central Square!  CENTRAL SQUARE!")

Nik - I wish a day would pass in which I didn’t compulsively announce my geoposition to myself.  “I’m almost in the kitchen.  I’m IN the kitchen.  THIS is the KITCHEN.” And the trouble is, this is what I say as I wander into my office, or the bathroom, or such.  It’s important to announce the correct location.

Jane - Dr. Seuss has had many characters on my bus.  It’s a wacky world out there.

and of course Greg - if you’re both interesting and pretty, that means you have some kind of weird kinky fetish.  Are you sure you want to make this kind of admission here?

Not really, but if what you say is true, there’s a few interesting, pretty people I know that I need to call immediately..