Those of you that know me, know one thing for certain. I am VERY good looking. It's true. But the thing is, I'm cool with it. I don't let it get me down or get in the way of having a good time. In fact, over the years, I've actually grown to like it!
You may be say, "ted, seriously?" To which I say "You, yes!" Neither of those are good sentences by the way.
But you're right, it is hard. It is hard to be good looking, modest, wealthy, and very, very strong. It seems folks take one look at me and are just totally at ease because I'm so beautiful. Like a sunset.
People are always coming up to me and asking me for money, for one. Just the other day, for instance, I was walking down the street in downtown Atlanta (where the Playa's ball) and this gentleman was walking towards me. He looked at me and his face just lit up! Like when you look a kitty and your face gets all squishy and happy, but with a sheen of love on top. Basking in my warm glow, he gathered his courage to talk to one such as me, and said "can I get a quarter for the bus?"! It was very sweet.
I guess it just rubs off on other people, my beauty.