As a teenager, I was convinced every "pretty girl" had the perfect life. All they had to do was smile. I was not an attractive teen and felt cheated by life. Little did I know about this thing called the Drop Dead Gorgeous Syndrome. The drop-dead gorgeous syndrome is when a super-attractive woman loses herself and becomes addicted to and enslaved by her physical appearance. Her identity depends on what we think of how she looks at any given time, not her achievements, intelligence, character, talents, or sense of Self. I will not lie; I hated drop-dead gorgeous girls when I was younger. It is an embarrassing admission but real. I was jealous and felt like I had no chance to ever be with one of the "pretty girls," and this made me feel less masculine. Fortunately, I do not think this way today. The following experience is based on an actual event that happened many years ago. I have altered some facts to hide the identity of the woman involved out of respect for her and her privacy....