I was with a man like this, great to be out with, beautiful looking man,
mid twenties, drinks sent over, waylaid on the way to the Gents, girls looking me up and down, ‘giving me evils’ lol.
He too was rubbish in bed, listless. He was happy to lie talking, cuddling.
This phenomenon has a name, I can’t remember, beautiful men or women are so used to being stared at, adored, fawned over, desired, told how gorgeous they are, they don’t need to try, it all comes to them anyway, moving from being vertically adored to horizontally worshipped, no effort involved.
There is an old sexist ‘joke’ of, go for the plain friend, they always have to try harder.