Our house gets the mag 6 times a year since my wife is an alum of one of their grad schools. One of my little pleasures is to read and laugh through the personals in the classifieds. First the descriptions of the person. Men (and their aren’t many of them advertising this month) are vigorous, financially secure, tall, handsome, fun, active, and romantic activities. Women (and these are most of the personals) describe themselves as leggy, petite, slim, stunning, strikingly pretty, toned, sparkling eyes, active, having the eyes of this actress (reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn, only a little more French), the body type of another, and the face of another.
Then I love reading their descriptions of their tastes and interests. There are secret words in some that rule out all but the most snooty of tastes. I would have to google the word to figure out what this person likes. But then, I’m not a Harvard grad…
Here’s one:
“Profoundly warm, great teamp player with high fun quotient. Upbeat and flexible, addicted to social justice, solution-oriented….Lives big and courageously yet enjoys downtime….Drawn to documentaries, stories of people’s lives, hardware stores, supermarkets, storytelling music (rock, Jazz, Blues, Cuban)…”
Or, another that likes both coasts, Paris, some place in South America, the Hamptons and the Cape, Skiing in Vermont, Kayaking the London Canals, and opera in New York. Yeah, me too (except the opera). Hence why it ends with…seeks financially secure 55 to 75 year old…
Okay, I have my laugh. Now I can feel sorry too. Where else would an MD, Harvard grad, intellectual and refined tasted woman find love? I’m sure its not easy.
Can you imagine an honest ad? “Tired, crabby professor with a paunch seeks young thing to bring excitement into his life. Not that into commitments other than to self…”
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