Back in my younger days when I was trim and athletic I used to drive the ladies crazy, and it really bothered me that women loved me just for my good looks.
I probably should have been more modest and not lifted-up my t-shirt:
Compounding my problem is I’ve become the poster-child for rednecks across the globe.
Sigh. . . I guess that it’s my cross-to-bear, but I just hope that folks can see-past my appearance and focus on my technical ability. . .