This is exactly why I have trust issues.
You go out and meet a cute girl next door and in the morning it turns out she’s an ogre who applies make up with a trowel and has more holes than a sift. It’s kinda like Shrek for people who date.
Yeah, good for her, getting to know the side of her she never knew before, that’s the moral of the story here, but on the other hand, she managed to take her originality and cram it into a cookie cutter mold we’re all expected to fit.
Oh well, the girl has to be pretty and popular, right?