Hot Man Q

I have a childhood friend Zach who has grown and morphed into a Greek god. He tells the sexist of all jokes and tends to have a sleazy overall attitude. He, like Joey Tribbiani, is able to sexualize everything, all remarks, every conversation.  That's just who he is and it never bothered me much.

Every once in awhile, when I'm feeling really low and need an instant lift, forget retail therapy, this dude does it for me. He'll pick me up, take me to the fanciest hotel where we'll just hang out and chat. He'll smoke his Cuban cigars, tell me about the many girls in his life, pay me a few compliments and overall cheer me up. I noticed that it has become a ritual for me to say this as soon as we sit down: I really needed to see a good-looking face today.

Think about it, why do good-looking people have this effect on us? A smile or compliment from a total hottie totally makes our days. How come?

Till we meet again,
Sedeso