I’m sure most of us have heard the phrase, “Friends say I’m too handsome, don’t want me to go clubbing with them until they have no chance”. It’s something that I hear quite often. I’m a good-looking guy, and I’m not afraid to admit it. But, I also know that being too handsome can be a burden too.
When I first started going out with my friends, I was always the centre of attention. People would look at me and instantly assume I was wealthy or had some sort of privilege that allowed me to be so attractive. But, that wasn’t the case.
I’m just a normal guy who happens to be blessed with good looks.
My friends would always tease me about being too handsome and not wanting me to go clubbing with them. They would joke that the girls would be all over me, and that I would steal all the attention away from them. I understand why they felt this way, but it still made me feel a bit embarrassed.
In the past, I had always tried to ignore the teasing and just go along with it, but recently I’ve realized that I shouldn’t have to accept this kind of behaviour.
My friends had always been a bit jealous of my looks, but this was the first time I’d ever seen them act on that jealousy. I was a bit hurt, but I tried to overlook it. Until recently, when I got a call from one of my friends asking if I wanted to join them at the club.
I was a bit surprised, but I agreed to go. When I got there, I was shocked to see that all my friends had undergone plastic surgery. Some had liposuction, some had nose jobs, and some had Botox treatments, all to try and make themselves look as attractive as me.
It was a bit embarrassing to see my friends go to such lengths to try and compete with me, but I tried not to let it show. I tried to have a good time and enjoy the night, but it was hard when I could feel my friends’ eyes on me the whole time, judging my every move.
At the end of the night, I realized that my friends were so jealous of my looks that they’d resorted to drastic measures to try and keep up. I couldn’t help but feel a bit insulted that they were so desperate to be like me, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe they’d be better off just accepting themselves for who they are.