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May 15, 2006
He kept telling me she was so pretty. Why, I have no idea, since he was with me now, not her, and I hadn't asked him anything about her in the first place.

So I imagined she was drop-dead gorgeous. Certainly she had to be if he was raving about her without provocation.

Did I want to see a picture, he asked. He was at his computer. Of course I did.

There she was: standard-issue attractive. Pretty? Eh. Marlo Thomas-esque. Devoid of individuality.

"Feh,"I thought, and wondered why he would rave about her, given that I'm so much better-looking.