Twelve years ago...
A young lad with dashing appearance fluidly moved down the stairs as a model on GQ magazine. This was not the first time his looks and movements were garnering him this much attention. At this point he was used to it, this had been going on since he was born. His family used to dote on him since he was born even the neighbors. it reached a point where he was almost kidnapped twice because of his looks. He was what they called the 'classical eternal beauty' that is what he was dubbed. His elder siblings were wary of him because they couldn't trust their significant others not to drool on him or even sleep with him. He didn't make the situation better by not dating anybody so they were not sure which side he swung. His sex life was like a pendulum it could go either way but at the moment it was at stalemate.
It was at these moments he hated his looks for they brought him more pain than gain. Many thought because of his looks he had everything handed to him this was never the case. As he recalled in kindergarten he peed on himself because the adults were busy passing him around because he was so beautiful and ignored his plea to go to the washrooms. He shuddered as he remembered his hellish days in high school. The endless confessions from both male and female. The jealousy from the guys because their crushes wouldn't consider them because of him. This resulted in endless fights and bullying. So when people assumed he was a players dating different girls in actuality he never accepted any confession but rather declined them then making them to be his friends, which the deluded themselves to think that they were dating. He almost failed his exams because of one upperclassman who thought to confess during exam week. What a nuisance!