I know it's an easy thing to say and you won't hear me, but your appearance will become increasingly irrelevant the more you mature. Do your world a favour and maintain a giving, kind personality. I'm in my fourties now, and I have staggeringly attractive female friends in relationships with considerably less-so-perceived men; simply because they make their every day life wonderful, while just happening to look the way they look.
It's not a myth or false promise, eventually no one will care. A smart woman who's had her share and figured herself out (which is when women are at their prime of hotness) will genuinely not care as much anymore. Also it goes both ways. Eventually, looks are just a given.
Without meaning to become overly profound or melodramatic, but I messed up the one chance life had given me in order to experience what it's like to have an adult son or daughter, while still being young enough myself to go on "adventures" or just through life with them. So I'm trying to distill that sensation out of my character's ever similar relationship with these kinds of characters.
It may be just a different kind of pathetic neurosis as making women your devout appetizers in your fantasy world, but I chose to find mine more palatable.





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