Invitations to join the exclusive club, called The League, have been sent out to a chosen few of the most successful singletons in the city.
The selective dating service already has a waiting list of 10,000 people in the UK and the company has selected 2,000 'model users' to get things started. The League will look at your degree, education institution, professional title (or past professions), industry and number of referrals.
In order to examine the gender/looks gap firsthand, just find your nearest gaggle of middle-aged humans: The ladies all look like they've just rubbed fancy emulsions into their crow's feet after having jogged ten miles to the chia-seed buffet (because they probably did).
The guys mostly look like Gary Busey after a three-day doughnut-and-bourbon bender. Like many of us—on every point along the gender spectrum—I spent my formative years experimenting with just how much stupidity, selfishness, and humorlessness I could tolerate for the sake of dating hotties.
Members of the dating website will receive priority access to the club, while non-members will be assessed on their appearance at the door.
“Rare exceptions will be made on the grounds of wealth,” Hodge added.
And if the cliché scene of mingling with high-rollers appeals to your liking, a West Hollywood club should soon be on your radar.But I quickly gleaned that life spent in the company of a self-serving simpleton is no life at all. Yes, we started out shallow, now we're here: As women mature, we rarely see our partner's appearance as a measure of our own value, in stark contrast to those men who try to distract us from their deep-seated insecurities by dragging an extra-shiny, much-hotter lady friend around with them like an overpriced designer handbag.(Timely case in point: our newish president, whose ego is more fragile than a Ming vase and whose looks are ten thousand leagues under Melania's sea.)At a time when women look better, value appearance less, and don't feel the need to prop up their sense of self-worth with arm candy as men do, perhaps it's only natural to encounter mismatched-looking couples roaming about, openly challenging Darwin's views of sexual selection.All of your charming tales about having so much in common ("He ? But this being an aspirational magazine for men, let's stick to the former.) The mystery intensifies when the lady in question is not only gorgeous but also smart, funny, and wildly successful, and the guy in question is a scruffy-looking dude with a dad bod, a nonexistent career, and a bad habit of showing up to red-carpet events looking like he just got off a fifteen-hour flight from Mongolia. There are unquestionably more beautiful women in the world than there are handsome men.Women are criticized for having the audacity to exist past the age of forty, but contrary to popular belief, men are the ones who really go to seed as the years tick by.