Beer goggles, love goggles or just plain stupid goggles?
There have been a couple of times in my life when I have thought certain girls have been so eye-poppingly attractive that I would have walked over hot coals to use their shit as toothpaste, and desperately made a twat of myself trying to pull them...usually going too far, alienating the real people I care about and making a bigger, sadder twat of myself in the process.

In the end, when I took a step back and actually looked at the person(s) involved, I realised that they're actually not so worth it after all (one had a moustache!) and without exception, succeed or not, I ended up hating myself a little more each time.

Anybody else had to give themselves a metaphorical slap round the face? or fallen foul of the blindness that only beer / love / idiocy can provide you with?
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