We are very pleased to report that you are in the top half of [redacted]'s most attractive users. The scales recently tipped in your favor, and we thought you'd like to know.My initial reaction was along the lines of "well, I guess they weren't lying about that." But then I read and re-read the email and felt a whole range of emotions.
How can we say this with confidence? We've tracked click-thrus on your photo and analyzed other people's reactions to you.
Your new elite status comes with one important privilege:
You will now see more attractive people in your match results.
This new status won't affect your actual match percentages, which are still based purely on your answers and desired match's answers. But the people we recommend will be more attractive. Also! You'll be shown to more attractive people in their match results.
Suddenly, the world is your oyster.
- There was the "just won a beauty pageant" feeling: OMG! ME! They picked me! OMG! I'm so excited!! I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me! They think I'm attractive! Next time I'm having a bad day or feeling ugly, I'm totally going to remember this moment and remember how beautiful they think I am!!!
- There was also the bitter response: You mean to tell me you've been showing me a bunch of fuglies because you weren't quite sure I was hot enough to see the pretty boys? Nice of you to finally come around, jackasses.
- And there was the glass-half-full response: Wait a second... if I can now see the hot people, that means that the few guys I've chatted with who I thought were cute were actually just average. This could get really fun soon! I wonder if there are any David Beckhams or Brad Pitts on this site...
Maybe I just need to give them a little more time to filter out the junk. Or maybe I need to lower my expectations a little bit. Or maybe, just maybe, I should take my hot little self over to the dating site for pretty people and see what happens (probably a rejection, just to keep the cosmos and karma and whatnot balanced and in perfect harmony... I'd better skip that last idea). For now, I'll continue on my quest for the holy grail - the attractive male, 25-35, who likes girls, is single, has a job, makes me laugh, and is at least a little bit sane.
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