Pretty on the inside

I spoke to Cindy over the weekend, and she relayed a story about a coworker and her. Seems she had mentioned a friend to a male coworker, who, being a male, inquired as to the friend's attractiveness. When Cindy confirmed that the friend was, in fact, quite attractive, her male coworker made this startling accusation: pretty girls only hang out with other pretty girls.

Now, when she said that, I scoffed. So not true. Then Cindy said she too had scoffed, until she considered the fact that she had no ugly friends. While she told me this, I went over my list of girlfriends and nope, not an ugly one in the bunch. We wondered if perhaps we just think our friends are attractive because their personalities are attractive, and then had to dismiss that, because our girls are hotties.

So it would appear that attractive women are shallow, if only on a subconscious level. Now, look at some pics of my pretty, pretty friends from the weekend.

Me and Jean at Anotheroom for Julia's going away party Saturday night. She's moving to London. On the one hand, I'll miss her. On the other, I'll have friends in London.

Summer, Julia and My Sharona, wearing Summer's hat, also at Anotheroom.

Me and KB. Yup, Anotheroom.

A blurry Azee at Desmond's, where Shark Hat rocked da house Friday night.

Me and Dria, also at Desmond's.