Mr. Goodbar was oh so good-looking it hurt to look at him, him with his light golden skin, glossy black hair, eyes you could fall in love with, a nose to die for, lips you wanted to kiss unabashedly, and that ass...
Well, Mr. Goodbar was not so lucky though, not in the love department. When he was very young he had been cursed by an evil witch, on account of his vanity. So now he fell in love with every one he met. He fell in love with other extremely good-looking people, and also with the freaks of nature. You see, the witch had put a spell on him so he could only see the extremes of any situation, or of any attribute, even rainbows. He saw a chimerical pot of gold at each end of every rainbow, completely missing the arch. In keeping with the rules set for him by that evil curse, the regular girl-next-door and her friends, who are to be found in the "bell-curve" of the spectrum that society is, became completely invisible to him.
Mr. Goodbar had had a string of lovers over the years, alternating among the glitziest and ditziest in town, and the oddballs you never knew existed - the mayor's niece, the hooker's daughter, followed by the defrocked priest, then the churchlady herself, the admiral's wife, then the storekeeper's clerk, the belle of the ball, then the old barmaid.
He lives alone now, entertaining the well-heeled from out of town. He is the self-appointed tour guide of our esteemed city, and he says it is to put people at ease and make them feel welcome. I'm so not sure he is achieving his goal, however practised his hospitality has become over the years. He looks good though, even with the twitch in his arm, and scar on his face, earned from living an interesting life under the spell of an evil witch.
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