Me: I'm not entirely sure. There's just something about them that always pisses me off.
Chris: Doesn't /everything/ piss you off?
Me: Almost. Not quite.
Chris: So... models...
Me: I think it's just /everything/ about them. I know it's their job, but they always walk as though they're superior to everyone else, like they're hot shit, and it always irritates the fuck out of me.
Chris: About 98% of the models today aren't even good-looking.
Me: Agreed.
Chris: I can see where you're coming from, but are you sure it's not just the stereotypical female hate for women you subconsciously might think are hotter than you, or that your boyfriend might think are hotter than you?
Me: Bro. Look at me. Do I look like I think any other girl is hotter than me? Really?
Chris: I dunno. Do you /think/ any other girl is hotter than you?
Me: Not really.
Chris: Oh, neat.
Me: I'm pretty vain, though, so...
Chris: ... Wouldn't that make you the perfect model, then?
Me: ... /What./
Chris: No, like... You're pretty enough to be a model. You've got the tall figure to be a model, even though... you're... kind of short...?
Me: -___-
Chris: And you've got the vanity thing. So wouldn't that make you the perfect model?
Me: Nope.
Chris: ... Explain this.
Me: I'm pretty sure models need consistent use of their right arms and left legs.
Chris: Oh, right...
Me: It's weird, though.
Chris: ... Being disabled??
Me: No.
Chris: Oh. > >;
Me: I'm incredibly vain, incredibly sure of how attractive I am, yet I refuse to flaunt myself in front of anyone who isn't Tyler. So how does that make me a model?
Chris: I guess it doesn't? I dunno.
Me: I'm a walking a contradiction, I swear.
Chris: It's cool, though.
Me: Why's that?
Chris: Because models can't be walking contradictions. So they aren't interesting. You, however, /are/ interesting, and a lot of people say so—even the people you hate, at school.
Me: ... People at school are Texans.
Chris: So?
Me: Texans are easily amused, especially the ones here, because the only entertainment they get out here is watching a stick jump over a rock.
Chris: Hahaha, true.
Me: So I'm still cooler than models.
Chris: Damn straight. No model could ever be my partner in crime and do stupid shit to piss other people off with me. :D
Me: And that's the beauty of our relationship. And me not being a model.
