I am what they call plain pretty, br br an in-betweener br br not really pretty br br not really plain br br and I attract guys br br who see me as a compromise br br from what they really what- br br the cheer leader blond br br with the hot bod. br br I am the bland personality br br with pretty eyes br br a weak chin; br br cautious br br with an intense gaze br br reflecting my need br br to have more that what I am ever offered br br by guys who are plain-pretty too br br or too too nice and have the slow br br uptake of the often rejected. br br My world offers me only the boring. br br br br I could do something I suppose br br but I missed the ring; br br I was the also ran, br br the next to the last chosen br br the bridesmaid; br br the sidekick; br br the not-as-pretty friend br br and what I did was to break br br free of my old world br br and soar br br with plastic surgery. br br Last year I took the knife and now I am strangely pretty br br but I still know who I am inside br br and that is disturbing; br br and more disturbing is that I want to br br reject the guys seeking pretty br br for the times the rejected me as almost pretty br br and that makes me feel pretty-strange; br br angry and not lovable; br br not an airhead now- br br but the trophy. br br I thought last night br br how many almost-pretty br br might have been easier br br and more me.