Butter Face

Would you go out with this? Oh yeah? What if he had a face like this?

Indeed, it's superficial. And shameful. And a real dilemma. See, I could certainly have a heck of a time grinding the shit outta that, looking down from my usual "woman-on-top" position with the pride of a boastful mother hen: "Those abs are allll mine. Aw yeah, byyatch." Or something to that effect. (6-packs/8-packs are classified under "dreamy" in Ariel's playbook.) But then, sooner or later, I'd have to look at the face. And that face would most likely be contorted into something even more distasteful whilst in the throes of ecstacy, like that beak-faced lawyer Anna Nicole married. And what am I going to do in public, grab his t-shirt and shove it over his head so that the killer abs are the only thing the world sees? Great perhaps for a Saturday afternoon trip to the Farmer's Market, but what about dinner at Hal's? (cut out holes in the t-shirt for food/beverage consumption?)