He's perfect...but not my type

I have recently discovered that all nice guys are ugly. And if you are a good looking guy who thinks he's nice--then you're probably ugly too. There is this guy at my job. He's about 4 foot nothing with a gap on the top and bottom row of teeth.
Okay, am i being mean?
I apologize in advance.
He seems like a really nice person who probably knows how to treat a woman (since he looks like he's been in the biz for about 30 years) and he invited me out to lunch several times. At first he invited me out to eat breakfast because he knows that I usually enter the building really early. But I dodged his ass and went right upstairs to eat breakfast at my desk. I called him once, and his thick ass accent turned me off. Now let me segway into something here as it pertains to accents. I looove accents. I am apart of a lovely Jamaican family so I'm used to all types of accents. But if you're gonna have an accent, have a voice that's deep and robust like that dude from the Allstate insurance commercials or Barry White. Please don't come at me with a Haitian accent sounding like Mike fucking Tyson. That is such a turn off.
So with his gap + lisp + lack of height + large head + falsetto voice...i avoided his phone calls at all costs and gave him a quick friendly I-don't-want-to-talk-to-your-ass hello and kept it moving. Reflecting on my actions, I felt quite shallow as I should.

But then again...should I? Aren't looks important? They sort of ARE. You see, before this incident with the short guy, I dated this 6 foot 6, athletic, dark chocolate, long-haired, perfect bone-structure lookin-boy, who beat the crap out of me at a moment's notice. I allowed his physical attributes to excuse his iron fist clocking me any and everywhere at anytime. His abuse led to his ugliness; An ugliness I had never seen before. An ugliness that oozed from his pores with a viscous-like consistency which made my stomach churn. It was an ugliness that surpassed any physical ugliness a person could have.

Finding a happy medium between a guy who looks like T.I. and who has a heart like Steve Urkel is difficult. After all, Steve Urkel turned into a douche bag when he became "Stephan Urkel". Barack Obama comes pretty close to fulfilling both ends, but how many more Baracks are there out there? Will Smith comes pretty close too but I'm looking for someone a little more local. Hopefully the man I marry won't be too ugly. But if I had to choose between looks and personality, I'd surely choose the fugly prince charming...



as long as he had a car and some rubber band banks in his wallet.