I have a friend who has been an occasional playmate. He's really not what most people would consider physically attractive. He's got odd bone structure, lumpy, splotchy skin, and he's overweight by quite a bit. I still think he's hot, and so do a lot of other women. There's something indescribable about HIM.
I still remember the first time we met like it was yesterday. I had my back to the open door. His cousin was moving to a new house with my close friend. I was on team new house. He was on team old apartment. As he entered the living room, where I was, I felt his presence like I had never felt another human being before or since. It was like time stopped, the world was stilled, and the air was being sucked from the room. I turned to see what was causing this strange sensation, and it was just him. We stood in silence, staring at each other for a second, or maybe in some parallel existence, we are still standing there, knowing we've both been indelibly marked by that moment. The connection was instant, dramatic, pure. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to lay with him.
Over time he has proven to be one of the best, most supportive, dependable friends. Wherever he is, I am safe, and I am loved. If he wasn't already married, we might not just be friends. (His wife knows and approves of our occasionally hooking up for sex, as long as we don't do it where they live, and the small humans don't find out. She told me so herself.) His wife is classically beautiful, and is the kindest woman. He has a lovely family, many friends, a resourceful social circle, and the attention of just about any woman he desires.
He'll be the first to tell you he is ugly. He's really not much to look at, but he is so very sexy, and fantastic fun to be around. I never got any memo from the female collective telling me I had to hate ugly men and treat them poorly, nor that I couldn't be thoroughly attracted to them.