I'm not photogenic, in fact, what is the opposite of photogenic? I'm that. My teeth are jagged and gapped. I'm bald like an egg. My eyes, which are a nice blue in person, look black in photos - making me resemble some sort of Satanic jacko'lantern.
Call me the King of Fugly.
Recently I met a girl on line, through friends. We traded pictures, in fact I asked for and sent several because I have learned that one picture is not good. Her pictures were unkind closeups taken at some party where she was drunk. She was blandly pretty, except she had a schnozz like a beagle. Her skin looked like leather. Her hair looked like badly painted straw. Frankly I was underwhelmed. But she did give great email (and since I am the King of Fugly ) - I decided to meet her anyway.
We met.
She looked a lot like her photos, but turned out to be extremely attractive in person. Cute face, normal nose, nice hair, hot body, great outfit. Great personality. Great family. Great job. No sign of judgemental scowling or evil baggage. She paid for her own drinks, and offered to buy mine. She told a funny joke. She complimented me on my choice of meeting location. She laughed at my jokes and made me feel totally at ease. After talking for 3 hours over drinks, we went home to my place and shagged like minks.
She (much later) told me she became very attracted to me as soon as she saw me in person. She actually liked my pictures OK, but began thinking about sex as soon as we met. I do look better in person, but when it comes to scoring with women, I have learned to rely on personality.
We are very happily dating right now, and oddly, none of the dating rules seem to apply. There has been no drama. My friends all dig her, and my guy friends tell me she is smoking hot (and their standards are high). I already knew this, but I'm biased.
So, moral of the story - Had I relied solely on pictures, I never would have found her. My queen. My Queen o' Fugly.