Weekend Experiences: I'd Rather Be Incredibly Good Looking and Thick

Intelligence or looks Would you prefer to have a higher level of intelligence and be physically unattractive or be very good looking, but dumb. Explain your answer in at least 300 words.

Hi my name is Johnny and I am incredibly incredibly stunningly good looking. Not just normal good looking. I am a head turner and a mouth opener. Don't get me wrong, I am not cocky or full of myself. But People say I am a cross between Brad Pitt and Karl Urban. Everyone is incredibly nice to me because of my beauty and rugged handsomeness so I easily get good jobs by just smiling at people. I do a bit of modeling on the side which is great and the older I am getting the more I am in demand.

On the other hand the lift doesn't go all the way to the top but my looks get me through. If I didn't have my looks I would be in big trouble as I do not have any qualifications. I tried acting but can't remember the scripts so all I got was a role where I don't speak and that was no fun. But to be honest I quite like being dumb as I have less to worry about. They say intelligent people get more anxious and stressed in life which leads to depression as they know alot more about the world so they worry more. I'd hate that. My father told me that and he was intelligent and unattractive looking. Give me good looking and stupid any day. That wins hands down.

Some days I am short of money so I can give one of my sugarmummys a ring, go to their big house and all I have to do in one of them is walk around naked with only an apron and a feather duster, suck a toe, do a little peck dance and give them a good rodgering and I have the average industrial monthly wage walking out the door. Once I have a shower to wash the scented powder off hot bod I can look forward to the week away in paradise. Palm trees are surprisingly softer than poles to bump into so I spend less times bringing the head turners to hospitals on holidays.

I sometimes use the funds to go off on holidays for a couple of weeks. Word got around at the bridge club about my discreet rendezvous so I can pick and choose these days. Olga, the Russian Oligarchs wife is a great tipper but she keeps screaming da , da for some reason and it puts me off. I think she has a speech impediment but I do not know.

So I am quite happy in my current lifestyle than working in some highly stressful job if I had a brain in my head. The downsides in my life are I spend quite a bit of time in hospitals. I do have to help girls that walk past me in the street when they turn to look at me and then walk straight into a pole. It comes with the territory but I spend alot of time in the A&E department. One girl was knocked off her bike lately after she was taken out by a car while she was checking me out. I had to give her the kiss of life. When she came around she kept kissing me which was odd. Girls keep sliding into my DMs also which is annoying when all I want to do is message my sister to see how she is doing.

I have a brother who I would call intelligent and no oil painting. He works in Nasa and dad said he had to move country because I was too good looking. If he brought any girls back to meet the parents and they saw me then they would be asking for my number and he would get mad. I love my brother but I don't think he likes me very much as I am not in any of his photos in America. Dad said he was always jealous of me because I got the good genes but I disagree because we always purchased jeans together when we were young and they were normally Levi's which were all the same at the time. Sigh.
Dad said my brother will help put a human on the planet Mars but would swap it all if he was the dreamboat in the family instead of me. I understand entirely as he used to get well jeal of the sexy little models I took back to our room for threesomes.

I would not like to help put a human on Mars though. The last time they did that Matt Damon was lucky to get out of that hellhole alive. Why would they want to risk sometime like that again.
My brother is coming home soon with his new wife so dad asked me to try and look uglier if possible to make him feel at ease but I am not sure how to pull that off. Do I grow my hair or shave it? I tried to put on weight but instead I am gaining more muscle so I just have to wear shit clothes and bad jeans so they don't start complaining about me again. I think his wife thinks I am some sort of criminal because he hates talking about me.
It's not my fault I am look perfect. It's a hard life sometimes but I wouldn't swap it for the world.