She had a look that either drew your eye or made you pretend you couldn’t see her. Her hair, pulled into a messy ponytail, was the only part of it that had any attempt at style. Her jeans were worn from use, not design, she wore no make up, nothing matched.
As I approached, she saw me and rolled her eyes and spoke in a mockingly rote way.
“I reject all standards of female ‘beauty’ because-“
“I just wanted to say you looked hot.”
She looked heartbroken.
“Well now what do I do? How can I win? Thanks a bunch!”