In vino veritas.

Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.

Average-looking men and average looking women? Together?! **gasp** I'll be on my fainting couch if you need me...

Exactly - but I can't help but wonder if there's also some kind of displacement here.

"I get sick of wannabes who couldn't make it as car show eye candy slapping on a Batman shirt and strutting around comic book conventions instead."

Fat can be stored all over the body, not just the waist.

Are you bragging?