Attractive, me?

I just saw "Date Night" with Tina Fey and Steve Carell. WAY better than I thought it would be. Clever dialogue, good concept, blah blah blah. Will NOT change your life, but better than 2/3 of what's out there.

But I found myself personally injured by a concept in there. Steve and Tina are man and wife. They have issues of sexual boredom, taking each other for granted. But the thing that got me was, they knew they were somewhat attractive. Steve talks about needing to work out more. Tina is pleased that Steve finds her sexy in a hooker-y outfit ("I can't stop staring at your boobs"). She can ACCEPT that he finds her sexy.

I simply do not think of myself as physically attractive. Mentally attractive to the right kind of person, I can buy that. That someone would want to suck my face and get their neurons indirectly agitated by me I believe, it is an extension of an exciting conversation. But that someone would look at me and just from looking at me, be excited, or take that first step towards excitement, I simply don't believe it. Not in a rational sense of don't believe it, but in a neurotic sense.

I don't know what to do with this information, but here it is.

Somebody Else's Love Song

Can I write a song called "Somebody Else's Love Song?"

I listen to these love songs that make me cry, Hallelujah, If I Fell, Over The Rainbow/Wonderful World. I think "This is not my life." And yet I resonate with them. Is it just some pure mammalian emotionality? Probably but even so, it is explainable at the cause and effect level.