I was out walking my dog earlier today. I come out of the forest which engulfs the small village where I live, into my street. Straight ahead is my friend's old house, where 3 overweight, greasy looking, unattractive, stoner-type young women are sitting on the doorstep, smoking and drinking. I overhear one of them asking "what about him?", to which another replies "I mean, he's tidy" a colloquialism for attractive where I live, "but he dresses very casually."

I start smiling at them and laughing on the way by. I don't give anything about myself away. I drive a crappy 1.2 litre car, I don't wear or buy designer brands etc.

It reaffirmed to me that even the dregs of the barrel of women have ridiculous standards.