I met my late slave-wife, my ex-slave and my pet thir as words on a page first. (I put it that way because the first was back in the paleosilicon age when we exchanged pieces of wood-pulp at up/download speeds of 1 kiloword per week.) I was in love with each before I saw their faces.

The only one whose looks were a jolt at first sight was my late wife, and I think she chose the most unattractive photo she owned - either as a challenge, or from the urge to self-sabotage which she never wholly overcame. I looked again and thought "I know she's the one, so I'll learn to love that." And when we first met in 3D, I found her beautiful.

If you love the mind, the body will look good.