Exactly as I am right now, but add a quarter inch to my upper jaw and set my chin back a little. That means my mouth wouldn't close completely, and I'd smile with my gums. I had to go after seriously wrecked ladies, uglies or nutcases in order to get any play.

Then at some point shit went weird and I suddenly had a beautiful, athletic girlfriend with which I had all in common except the things that would have been annoying. Nerdy hobbies, nymphomania and an addiction to physical exhaustion. She was also extremely rational and didn't care for the behaviors most redditors loathe : mind games, dishonesty, cheating, insecurity were inexistent with her.

It was my first girlfriend and the first girl I made love with. It was also the first girl I dumped. She kept telling me how lucky she was to have found me, and in my weird teenage mind this meant that I could do better. On an even more irrational level, I was scared that this was going to be the love of my life and I did NOT want that to happen at 15.

I got pretty depressed when I realized all the missed opportunities, and in retrospect getting that surgery was basically something I'd done out of self-loathing. For some reason though it all worked out for the better, people started respecting me, mothers with children wouldn't cross to the other side of the street anymore when they saw me coming and I started swimming in pussy.

What I still haven't got back however is my flame. The girl I spent long evenings with playing elite level Dance Dance Revolution or listening to the music she produced or simply taking a long hike in the summer sun... All these things are fickle compared to the one thing she had that was different from all other girls.

She never let me down.

On several levels my life got better. Not being picked on and being included in the activities of Beautiful Rich Kids^TM brought some stability to my life, and I matured a lot. I also learnt not to act like a total douche with girls.

The weird thing is, when I start acting like a douche I am the center of attraction, but it always end pretty quick in one of three ways :
1. The girl realizes I'm actually putting on a facade and being fake;
2. The girl realizes she shouldn't be dating such a fucking douche;
3. I think I've hit jackpot and stop being a retard, which drives her away.

Conversely, I haven't even tried my luck in the dating game for nearly two years. I just fuck with whoever's down and have a good time with friends. Not being a douche is an alright feeling by itself, and it beats having to keep up a game of lies and arrogance 24/7 and alienating your friends.

I've had worse adventures in love that make me not want to bother anymore, but that's a story for another time.

TL;DR : met a good girl, dumped her and got facial surgery done out of self-loathing.