Having been romantically involved with at least one nutcase, who happened to be strikingly beautiful, I can say with complete authority that that's a Hell unlike anything I ever want to go through again.
That said, the idea of hooking up with a 300-pounder ain't my idea of heaven, either.
I like the wallflower analogy. Wallflowers are far less needy, require no "high maintenance" and are much more inclined to be "normal" in all the usual ways.
The old expression, "Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes right to the bone" isn't entirely true. :innocent: