There is no let's pretend Johnny is good-looking even though he's got acne scars and one eye facing in the wrong direction. He's called Fugly (short for fucking ugly) or Wall Eye (Wally for short). We don't have the time or inclination to bullshit our way around the reality of life-we put the cards right on the table. It's why guys never know who the good-looking guy in their gang is until they start hanging around with girls and witness which guys the girls go crazy for. It's the truth-we have no idea if a guy we know is handsome and we don't care-as long as he is willing to grab a shovel and go to work or play whatever sport it may be as hard and driven as the rest of us he's an equal member of the team. Once we find out he's good-looking-there is no jealousy. We just immediately go into "what can we get out of this" mode. In other words-the prettiest chick at the party will probably wanna talk to him which means her slightly less pretty friends will need other guys to talk to-which is where we come in.
