Reality is the concept of understanding that no matter how good she looks right now, someone, somewhere is tired of putting up with her shit.
Beauty fades. If there was a brain and a personality underneath those boobs, I might be okay with it, but far too often, there ain't.
Yeah, I talk a good game about hawtness, but if she's a dumb as a post, I really have no use for her. And yes, after a while, even the sex would get boring.
Bitch-slap me for telling the truth, but there it is.