I don't mean to judge by appearance but I do. I don't consider myself beautiful or even a person who dresses carefully. I'm quite the slob in my appearance but some things tick off my purely hypocritical nature.

Your jacket is ugly.Ugh. Fugly. Tacky. Please don't wear that again. But what else can I expect when Winter's around the block. And your boots were even worse. Blech. And don't get me started on that dress. I just can't like you. How much ever I try to tell myself that looks are skin deep and clothes are just worn to cover the naked body, it doesn't work. There is something so rough and unfinished and crass in the way you look and talk. This doesn't stem from my 'elitist school upbringing' or the 'big city syndrome' but just from the woman and human that I am that allows me to feel this way. I'm no Gandhi, no Mother Theresa and perhaps not a very great person for judging you but I wish there was just this ONE thing I like about you. But from your pronunciations to your lack of social skills, I'm just so....*shudder*
I wish you could be my Eliza Doolittle.
But then I really don't like you that much to make the effort.