Shell of a man

A friend asked me one day, 

“Why don’t you date that guy?”

I took note of his bald head, brown skin, white teeth, and slim physique and told my friend,

“Girl, that’s a shell of a man.”

“A what?” she said.

“A shell of a man.” I said. 

“He shows us what he wants us to see. Remove those clothes and peel back those abs you’ll find a lonely heart that skips a beat. Cut away that smooth skin on his perfectly shaved head and you’ll find a tiny brain. If you rip his skin from shoulder to shoulder you find the absence of a spine. So, no thank you dear. I prefer my man to have a big heart, a head full of knowledge and a back so strong that he can take on the world with his right hand and hold me up with his left.”

“And you can tell all that just by looking at him?” remarked my friend.

“Yeah, it took some time, but I had to learn to look past the obvious in order to see the invisible.”