Jacques fell in love with three women at once. All of them, however, couldn’t find anything attractive about him. He had long greasy hair he hardly ever washed, a face full of pimples that left his cheeks as pockmarked as a pineapple. He was also a scrawny young man who wore a pair of coke-bottle spectacles that made him appear bug-eyed, like a beetle or any other variety of insect. He attributed the unrequitedness of his love, however, mainly to his face – a pimply, pizza-faced mess. After being rejected by all three of the women he wanted to date in Paris, he decided to do something about it.He found an advertisement in Le Monde’s classified section that offered to give him one hell of a makeover. He had his savings from working part-time at a barber shop on the Champs-Elysees, and so he
