“I think men are all so insecure that too much beauty overwhelms them. I think they probably see a profile like mine—sweet face, very unremarkable hair, sense of humour—and they feel like they’re home.” Max laughed loudly, tipping his head back into the grass. “You know what I mean though, don’t you?” “I suppose you do have a…welcoming quality, but not for the reasons you think you do.”
