The NY Post never disappoints:
Why Hot People Aren’t Worth Dating
Let’s unpack this douchebaggery, shall we?
“I could have [anyone] I wanted,” says [Dan] Rochkind, now 40 and an Upper West Sider with a muscular build and a full head of hair. “I met some nice people, but realistically I went for the hottest girl you could find.”
He spent the better part of his 30s going on up to three dates a week, courting 20-something blond models, but eventually realized that dating the prettiest young things had its drawbacks — he found them flighty, selfish and vapid.
Yes. They were shallow and vapid. Not him, though. Nope. The fact that he – in his own words “went for the hottest girl he could find” is not a reflection on his character whatsoever. I’m sure that all these models went out with the average looking schlub for his sterling personality and not for his investment banker pay check, though, right?
Looking to avoid such a fate, Rochkind started dating a woman who isn’t a bikini model, Carly Spindel, in January 2015. The two are now happily engaged. The two met after Spindel’s mother, matchmaker Janis Spindel, scouted Rochkind at a gym.
“I gave him my card and said I have the perfect girl for him,” recalls Janis, founder of Serious Matchmaking, based in Midtown. “Successful men who are in shape have the pickings when it comes to dating, [but] eventually they want a woman of substance.”
Rochkind found that in Carly, 30, a lovely brunette who’s the vice president of her mother’s matchmaking company and a Syracuse University graduate. Rochkind proposed to her last May in Central Park. He loves that Carly isn’t like the swimsuit models he used to go for.
Yeah, ol’ Dan really adjusted his standards didn’t he, folks? He found a petite, ten years younger, objectively attractive woman from a rich family to marry. What a guy. She’s the VP of her mother’s matchmaking company? LOL. So, she’s thirty and lives off her parents? Okay. Thanks for clearing that up, Danny-boy. I used to read Carly’s dating blog when she had one a few years back. I wish these two kids a lot of luck, because they both seem insufferable.
“From my personal experience, people who are better looking are less likely to pursue advanced degrees, or play an instrument or learn other languages,” says Benedict Beckeld, a 37-year-old Brooklyn writer with a doctorate in philosophy and the body of an Adonis. But he’s quick to note that he’s not just a great set of abs — he also plays the violin and speaks seven languages.
Let’s be clear about one thing: nobody gives a fuck if the person they marry plays a god damn instrument. A writer with a doctorate in…philosophy? Hmm. So, what has this guy done with his big impressive doctorate? From taking a quick tour of his vanity site, I’d say nothing. But hey, all that free time means he can sit in the gym for hours working on his core. Get the fuck out of here. Only people with little else to offer assign so much importance to having a six-pack.
After dating an athletic banker with model good looks for two years, Sonali Chitre, 34, has sworn off hotties.
“He was a Nazi about his diet and would work out hard-core and cared more about his body than just living life,” says Chitre, who broke up with the finance guy last October.
Chitre, an environmental lawyer and the founder of Priyamvada Sustainability Consulting, considers herself “a 9 or a 10,” but she says she’s done with gorgeous guys. Now, she’s more interested in “superballer” men with high-paying careers.
“I still want someone who’s in decent shape, but it’s more important to find a guy who’s goal-oriented,” she says. “[Beautiful men] are very into their bodies and don’t really care about people that much, or make time for their family.”
Okay, first? Unless a person is an actual Nazi, stop using the term “Nazi” to describe someone who is strict to the point of obsession about something. I mean, I know you’re super hot – a 9 or 10! – but pretend to show some semblance of sensitivity. Secondly, only the most shallow of people would assign a numerical value to their attractiveness in this context. Nobody worth knowing would say non-ironically that they think they’re a 10.
Megan Young, a 23-year-old p.r. woman from Hoboken, NJ, also changed her dating habits. The svelte, blue-eyed brunette used to exclusively date 6-foot-tall dudes who looked like Calvin Klein models.
“As a person who’s always been complimented on [my] ‘stunning beauty’ … I’d been searching for a ‘hot’ guy to match the label I had always been given,” says Young. “But after a date or two, they’ll have problems hanging out with you and then will ghost.”
Let’s take a look at her “stunning beauty” shall we?
Am I missing something? Sure, she’s attractive but…this is New York City. By Manhattan standards, this woman is merely pretty. And who the hell – with a straight face – admits they’ve always been complimented on their stunning beauty? How detached from reality must you be to not know how obnoxious that makes you sound?
Last year, she stopped putting looks at the top of her dating criteria on Bumble, instead opting for guys who traveled a lot and were “make the most out of their lives” types. In August 2016, she met Christopher Argese, a 27-year-old security technician. Unlike the square-jawed bachelors who disrespected her, Argese is more boy-next-door in the looks department. But he’s kind and attentive.
“He’s not a model, but he’s so much more attractive in who he is as a person,” Young says.
And best of all, she says, Argese doesn’t just see her as a status symbol.
“When I asked him why he loves me, he said that he loves my drive and my passion,” Young says.
Ah. He’s not a model, but…
That but leaves a lot open to interpretation, doesn’t it. “I mean, he’s not a model but he’s kind and smart.” Translation: I wanted a model but they blow me off because I’m so taken with myself so he’ll do.
The best part of this article is how completely tone deaf the subjects being interviewed are. Each one is more oblivious to how they come off than the last. I also love, love, LOVE how Dan and Meghan think they somehow traded down from the uber-hot people they were used to dating. Everyone included in this article truly believes they’re different, that they’ve figured it out and suddenly developed substance. Nope. They’re still and hollow as the people they’re criticizing.
Maybe – and I’m going out on a limb here – maybe the reason all those hotties these nit wits dated turned out to be so disappointing is because – spoiler alert! – all four of these people are The Literal Worst.