I'm the opposite, really. I think I look great in a Versace jacket, but if you compliment me on it, I'll immediately tell you that I bought it at Nordstrom's Rack or in a thrift store or wherever it came from.
Some people think I'm pretty smart, and a lot of the time I agree with them, but just as often I wonder what it was that I did to fool everybody.
There was a time when I had a long list of requirements for how amazing the person I'd date must be. Only recently, I realized that being amazing isn't what would make me love someone; loving someone would be what would make me realize they're amazing.
So I don't care if you're a genius, or astonishingly beautiful, or if your set of accomplishments would terrify most men who might want to talk to you.
I'd just like to meet and spend time with someone who likes herself enough to realize that sharing yourself with another person is about the only gift worth giving.