Like a bitch-funky sex machine

Until he moved to an unnamed midwestern city, I was being intensively wooed by a physicist. We hadn't spoken in a few months, but today I got an e-mail from my him. He said:

I met this girl who sort of looked like a less hot version of you and it made me sad!

Isn't that sweet? Also, I'm glad that this girl who sort of looked like me was less hot – otherwise, she might have had to die.