"She had told him often that he wasn’t her type at all.
"I never said I -was a beauty," he laughed.
"I can’t think -what it is I see in you."
But of course she knew perfectly well. He -was a gay,jolly little man.
She had taken his face in her hands and said to him:
"You’re an ugly, little fat man, but you’ve got charm. I can’t help loving you."
(The Force of Circumstance -Somerset Maugham)
