you could get a schlongster, and it ride quite well and for about two weeks you'll be so thrilled to be riding fixed that all will seem well. However, your reverie will gradually fade and be replaced by a gnawing feeling in your stomach, the more of the rust-coloured mondeos you see. every now and then you'll catch sight of other lighter, more gorgeous, fun looking machines, and then you'll see yourself reflected in a shop window and the bar shape and frame geometry will look more and more wrong every time, and you'll feel less and less special and zen like, despite the fact that you seem to be the only person to have bought a wrongster who actually rides it fixed. by this point you'll start to plan your next purchase, stealthily, and through tentative forays into the dark arts of internet forums, and after a number of months you'll end up with something like this:
and all will seem well in the world, disneyesque chirping birds will herald your arrival, random strangers and hardened professionals alike will compliment you on your bike. and you will mistake having an amazing bike as a sign of 'completion' and think that those glances of envy and admiration are aimed at you, and not the 631 lugwork.
i'd go for the latter option.