In the dating world, there's a certain grading system with which you're undoubtedly all too familiar.
Akin to a beauty contest scorecard, a person's attractiveness is ranked from one to 10. And generally, it's presumed that the beautiful Amazons among us (the eights, nines, and 10s) should only date each other -- while the "uglies" of the bunch (the twos, threes, and fours) must stick to their own Quasimodo kind. But, every now and then, a couple pulls the switch off this genetic equilibrium. And that's how we get pairings like Lyle Lovett/Julia Roberts, J. Lo/Marc Anthony, and Salman Rushdie/anyone.
Now, I'm certainly not going to put myself into the same camp with the Julia Roberts and Padmas of the world... but I, too, have dated my fair share of Salman Rushdies. I've welcomed men into my bed who were short, fat, or balding (sometimes all three), while I, thankfully, am none of those things.