My “pass me a glass, please” moment

I’m going out with this guy for 1.5 months and things are looking good. We have similar interests, we seem to understand each other and never run out of things to talk about. One thing catches my attention - he’s brutally honest, but then again, I’m also pretty direct so I probably can live with that.

And then yesterday came. In a bout of honesty he told me he finds me physically unattractive. He likes my personality though so he’s willing to tolerate this “defect”. WHAT?! What am I supposed to do with this information? How is this helpful in any way?

So I did the only reasonable thing I could do and said I’ve heard more than enough and said my goodbyes.

I returned to my hotel room utterly confused, and there’s the minibar deviously smiling at me. Wine was created for moments like these. But I thought - hell no, you ruined my day, you asswhole, I will not let you ruin my dry Jan. So I drank tea instead and complained to my friend. Phew, another day sober, barely made it.