It's a good thing to be homely...
I didn't really understand the reality of what he was suggesting until 5 years later.
I was walking in a parking lot, in a not-so-safe part of town, and this man (late 40's, disheveled looking, pretty worn out clothing) was somewhat charging toward me. I looked at him strange and thought to myself, "what will I do if he attacks me because this backpack I'm carrying is larger than life"... and then he was close enough to see me well and said, "Oh. (hand wave of dismissal toward me). You're not worth it. You don't even turn me on". He stomped away mad... sorry I'm homely dude, but then again no I'm really really not.
Lesson learned = It's ok to not be the prettiest girl in town. I'd rather not be rapped, mugged, or even asked for my number by the crazy-scary guy in the parking lot.
I mean Rules Girl