Beauty is fleeting
Advancing age, and we loose the temper to find love, hence forth the desperation of getting attached increases exponentially.
Recently, a friend of mine decided to get settled down the old ways. He holds a list of suitable characteristics he seems to justify in suitable match. For my dismay, the top of list holds a tick box labelled "Beautiful".
Gone are the days, when we used to get figured out with trophy wives alongside our arm.
One thing I have learnt in my short dating life span, is that in the end of very tiring day, you want to end up in someone who makes you laugh. Wet kisses, warm hugs and exchanging day pleasantries over the kitchen stove makes the day worth living.
If you want to know what distracts me, read the second word.