I grew up swimming with a guy called. . . Damian. He was kind of an ugly duckling and closet case for a lot of our childhood. Then when he turned 17 he all of the sudden got super hot. I got jealous because I did NOT want any competition. Luckily he had the handicap of hating himself, so he was emotionally unavailable. Around college he got over his self-loathing, and I was pleased to see his pictures on Facebook this morning. He's gotten over his emotional obstacles, but he's back to ugly duckling mode. I feel relieved. I feel like an asshole. I feel like my name says it all.
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