Being a bisexual female, in the twenty first century, I pride myself on the fact that I take people at more than face value, that I appreciate human beings for their character rather than for their looks. I scoff at those who proclaim that they will not date someone unless they have substantial material assets, a broad back, and good breeding. Yet why do I find myself making conversation with physically attractive persons while blowing off more unattractive ones? Why does my head whip around when I see a man in a Porsche? …
