The premise of the modern romance, that the handsomest man should wind up with the most beautiful woman, is cockamamie. Neither should marry the other, and no one should marry either of them. Here's why.
The CEO stud beloved of romance writers, him of the fortune and power, flawless physique, and abundant sexual technique (notice how in fiction these always go together?) is, if he even exists, an Alpha. The sort of man who can have a lot of women will have a lot of women, and women will always be making a play for him, married or not. No woman who has any expectation of faithfulness will go anywhere near this guy. (Elin Nordegren should have known this! - but of course, if she had, she wouldn't be quite so wealthy a woman today.)
The exceptionally beautiful woman is socialized to expect everything, and thus becomes impossibly demanding and high-maintenance. Nothing can ever satisfy her. She's a bad bet.
Are there exceptions to these rules? Well, possibly. Have I ever met an exception to these rules? Um, no.
Abandon the prince and princess fantasies, people! Return to Planet Earth.
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2 years ago
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