You see, back then, there were these Live Journal communities with names like xx Gorgeousx or x___e Li Te__Xx or whatever; it was all very Gossip Girl.
I've heard my friends strategize and occasionally agonize about picking the right photos for their dating profiles. At the time, I think I was like, "Friend, that is some serious Barbie overkill," but, you know. If you can't already tell, my self-esteem requires constant coddling.
Its homepage offers the following tantalizing promises: Well, if there are two things I hate, it's riff raff and FAKE beautiful people, so why the hell not?
It should be mentioned that I've never really dabbled in online dating, not even Tinder. To join Beautiful People, you fill out a brief application, which looks like this: And yeah, you do have to fill in every section, including your weight.
I mean, I haven't been single since my freshman year of college, and back then I met all my dudes at frat parties and favored a busted-up Black Berry Curve. I threw my scale out over a year ago, so it's entirely possible that I gave more of a goal weight.
Oh, and also, I listed myself as being in a relationship, but open to party invites. Anyway, then you upload a photo, and so begins your 48 hours of judgment, during which the website's opposite sex members (I don't remember being offered a non-hetero option, although it's possible I missed it) proceed to vote you in or out by hitting one of the following buttons: They correspond, from left to right, to the following charming categories: Absolutely Not, No, Hmmm OK, and Beautiful.