So here’s the thing: I find a really handsome boyfriend and things don’t work out and I assume it’s because he was handsome and then go for an ugly one and things don’t work out and I assume it’s because he was ugly and then go for a handsome one and things don’t work out and then I go for an ugly one and things don’t work out and then go for a handsome one. And by the end of this journey I’ve kissed so many beauties and ugliest my mouth hurts and my heart is broken and my labia has been dislocated to the side.