Beauty cocoon

In Bucharest, like in a relationship, there are only two sides: numb or extatic. You either love it or you hate it and there's no middleway.
Since Bucharest isn't objectively considered beautiful (if we let aside the bohemian, feminine, corny stuff that would make any homie a disguised prince), we tend to embrace the numb side.
But when it comes to beautiful men, is the same attitude a faux pas? Is numb a politically correct veux pas?

I came across this intriguing concept of the " modeliser" which defines someone who only dates a model, whether it is a fetish or a personal choice. But what if beauty has a fairly poor effect? Or what if we have the reversed misconceptions?
Do we spontaneously associate beauty with shallow and block our brains from there on? Is being a woman the implicit vote against out-of-this-world beauty?
I say having flaws is increasing the attraction for pure beauty, as a confirmation of a person's balance as a whole. May we not be gorgeous, but look, we have the moves and the witty lines and the touch. Whereas models have physics laws of their own, where plus beautiful rejects plus beautiful and since they don't date eachother, every now and then they give in to us, mortals.

Still, to me, models and their surreal esthetics are a loop in reality. One that makes me numb by defying my world's gravity. Cause in real life, we have our own physics and minus beauty attracts minus beauty.