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Don't worry, I experienced the same dilemma when I was 17. I was the very handsome as well. In fact I had 13 girlfriends I was so attractive. However, in the year book my face was always awkward and covered with acne. In other people's year books it was usually blacked out, especially in my girlfriend's yearbooks. When I asked to write in their yearbook by the space where my face had been they would answer "No" and walked away. I wanted to write about experiences we had shared as a couple. Usually this consisted following them in the halls from a short distant in an attempt to smell their hair, watching them from the passenger side of my mom's Ford Pinto, and writing "I love you" on assignments they had left on the teacher's desk. Even with these shared moments they never did admit to being my girlfriend, but I could tell that because of my looks they wanted to be. As for your problem it will get better with time. College passed the same way highschool did. Too many women seduced by my good looks but never willing to admit their inner desires. I harbored guilt about my strange affect on women so I dropped out and desided to take a job wherever my face would remain hidden and its strange powers reduced. I opted for employment in a Halloween store. This way I am able to where masks at all times when working and the girls who entered the store were no longer subject to my face and its devilish charm. Unfortunately, Halloween can't be all year long, so my beauttiful face rendered awkward in photographs must see the light. In my off time I remain in my parent's basement in the dark. This lifestyle has been fairly enjoyable due to the fact that no one women been afflicted with desire. Years have past and my skin has paled. My father likens it a soft buttercream color but my mother says it looks like sour cream. My mother doesn't understand my unique and broken existence and told me to take a good look at myself. She backed this statement by taking a picture of me sulking the basement one day after a long and exausting session of curling my Colorado Springs Snow Globe. The picture shows a balding man, paled by years of hiding and looking tired from a workout of lifting vacation memories. Upon looking in the mirror I realized that this was a fairly accurate representation of my outward appearance. Time heals all wounds.