Dating site for ivy leager
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You might think that having a dating site for, oh, Democrats would be a good idea if you’re the kind of person who can’t fathom a Carville-Matalin match.
ago, when I was hanging out at a bar after work, talking about dating—the swipes, the winks, awkward IRL meetups, and, in my case, a message from a swinger who wanted me to help him with a woodworking project in his garage while his kids were at school—a friend brought up a new site called the League. “I want to get on it.”The League, for the uninitiated, is the ivy-covered country club of dating apps, designed for people who are “too popular as it is.” There’s a rigorous screening process—“We do all that dirty work for you”—that takes into account where your diplomas come from, the prestige of your titles, and, crucially, your influence on social media.You picked an age range, sure, and height requirements, fine, but your options .Thanks to the all-inclusive power of the Internet, you were scrolling through goths and triathletes and electricians and investment bankers and chefs, and suddenly it didn’t seem so crazy to start trading emails with someone who rooted for the wrong sports team or even lived across the country. On the internet one day last week, we discovered a dating app called "The League." It's like Tinder, but only for people with robust Linked In networks and Ivy League educations. The women guarding the rooftop patio for the party looked like they'd be handing out cigarette coupons at bars on any other night, but this night they gave us neon slap bracelets that said #Get Me Off Tinder. But he had very little room to talk: His job was to sneak into a dating app party. On that same day last week, we discovered "The League" was hosting a rooftop party in anticipation of the app's August 1 launch in Seattle. Chase and his small cloister of gays spent the evening dodging the advances of drunk women.
But they were overworked and already accustomed to outsourcing their romantic life to an application on their telephone, so why not? After a couple of hours of bullshitting with lonely smart people who had little concern for local politics, we left for the elevator down.