Imperfect pple with seemingly perfect pple..and that crappy taxi driver

Now, i reckon what im going to write is a contentious topic and yesh it does seem very rude and very unkind of me to say such a thing...but hey...y do seemingly gorgeous girls who are articulate intelligent have to go out with total dorks..and i dont mean dorks like me..but with guys who doesnt seem to fit into her social status. Alrite, im going to be an arse and spell it out...y do hot chics go withguys who are plumpish, acne ridden, has nose hair peeking out into e open and have a dress sense as fashionable as phua chu kang? This question has been asked time and time whenever me and my mates (mostly ac elitist who are proud and arrogant! ) go to town to 'try' to paint it red. U may say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder...but here is my arguement to that proverbial statement...the beholder has to have some point of reference to what beauty means...and in times whereby beauty is often attributed to hollywood actors/ actresses (sometimes bollywood stars are not too bad..shah rul kahn..cant spell his name), for example brad pitt...who has those chiselled features and a body any woman..and chances are any man would die for...or jude law who exhudes such charm and suaveness (yes such a word does exist), BEAUTY definitely cannot be ascribe to the guys i just mention above...im sure many who are reading this (hell if many people are reading this...ill be ecstatic!) would think im a shallow dickhead and that im uncultural, probably immoral ( very true) and damn stupid...u wld probably say...those guys have good character...alrite i concede that much...but hey...not all fat pimplish acne ridden guy have good character....get my point? to sum it up...firstly..the proverb 'beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder' is total bull..secondly love is truly blind..finally...do i really have to have acne sporidcally placed on my face, to have a 38 inch waist and to have BO that makes 20 sweaty guys in an enclosed toilet smell better then calvin kleins orange to get a sweet gf? (i just got back from ahm..army half marathon..and 20 sweaty guys in a toilet at raffles city..yikes!)....darn..ive crap too much..and no time to write bout the taxi driver...but nvm..tat wld be another story..3months down the road..considering i blog 'that' often...i shall go pray and ask God to change my warped ideas and forgive me for typing out what i just wrote....