Ugly is as Ugly Does

So this afternoon my partner, Big Joe, just informed me that he mistook a flat-assed dumpy Asian mom with bad hair in the playground for me. Trying to soften the blow that by stating that he only saw her from the back and it was through the bars of the jungle gym. And then later that evening as we walked back to the subway, he passed by an ad for Ugly Betty and said "Hey, that looks like you!" Am I comforted by the fact that the actress who plays Ugly Betty on t.v. is actually Hispanic and an attractive woman? No. Absolutely not. I mean he didn't say "You look like America Ferrara." The strangest thing is that Big Joe constantly tells me that I'm beautiful. I think he needs to get his eyes examined. Maybe he was trying to keep my ego in check after the old guy behind the counter at Ben's Pizza in SoHo leered at me yesterday and encouraged me to "Come back anytime."