Ugly millionaire online dating
Ugly millionaire online dating
One of the strangest things about this website is that the rich person has to verify their income, and you pick your income from a drop-down menu, before it gets verified.There's a screenshot of the menu below - my favourite option being the "Yes, I am the heir to a large fortune".
This is the most horribly gauche end of the site, with people uploading huge amounts of pictures of their shiny trucks, massive yachts big villas, and t̶i̶n̶y̶ ̶c̶o̶c̶k̶s̶ mountains of shoes.Now that I'm 2/3rds of the way through this experiment, I've realised something strange has happened to me.Whereas three months ago I was a complete online dating virgin, after 19 dates on 19 dating sites, I'm now regarded as something of a dating expert.I frequently get requests from friends to review their profiles, help them write messages and so on.Leaving aside the ludicrousness of this as a proposition - I mean, if I was an expert at dating surely I'd have a girlfriend by now - it means I do have to sometimes give brutal advice.This has included having to type the phrases "I think women are scared off by the fact you dress like a Miami pimp" and "I'm afraid I think your messages display the sort of charm you'd expect from a Nazi propagandist".
That said, I have also seen some people with messages, pictures and profiles which seem perfectly attractive to me, where the person in question doesn't seem to be having much luck. My sort of idealised life in my mid forties would include me at home, writing brilliantly incisive columns in the morning, then cooking something from Observer Food Monthly in the afternoon for when the kids get home from school, before my high powered, strong smart wife gets home from her incredibly responsible, well paid job.
One of these people - a very successful lady in New York - rather depressingly told me "My girlfriends looking at my profile think I come across as too strong and too smart." Too strong and too smart? Then, of course, we'd have a row about why I hadn't done the hoovering or something, but hopefully my excuse of "But I had to tell the nation how bad the Labour party are! As a writer who's a good cook, I've sort of unconsciously been building myself towards being the ideal stay at home dad for some time.
The problem is finding the sort of woman who's in the market for a creative househusband. I'd always assumed that millionaire dating sites were either places for sexually inadequate JP Morgan Partners to meet gold-digging bimbos (step forward Sugar Daddy dating, Miss Travel and Meet Wealthy Men) or are transparent fakes, trying to leech bank details out of wealthy men in the guise of a "wealth verification process".
All of these sites encourage UGLY RICH MEN to register to find BEAUTIFUL POOR WOMEN.
It's got a pretty seedy feel to it; especially Miss Travel feels like a site where you swap sex for airline tickets.
The site specifically bans escorts - because swapping money for sex is sordid, but selling your body for a flight to New York is A-Ok.