He isn't handsome or witty or kind or especially intelligent. Yet they are so madly in love with him they see only perfection there wherever he goes. No warts. No zits. No pimples. No pock marks. No Eczema. No wrinkles. No bulges. No sags. No rashes. No negatives. All positives. They belong to him now and forever more. His ego needs that, demands that, survives because of it. They feed off and exist as one. They are the wind beneath his sails. He is the cherry on their cake! Symbiotic connection. Would die if separated forever?
