If you didn't think modelizers existed outside of that episode of Sex and the City, welcome to New York: Some particularly deluded men — who happen to be well-connected, arrogant, and filthy rich — believe the only women worth dating are...models.
I don't even mean beautiful women. I mean six-feet-tall, leggy brunettes who don bikinis in Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition and have Kate Upton on speed-dial. The modelizer I knew was a hopeless case; if you put a model in front of his face, he'd order her hundreds of roses, bathe her in compliments, and brag about how well-endowed he is. (Whether that was true or not, the model would never know. His bravado tended to repel them.)
I tried to set him up with one of the most gorgeous women I knew. She wasn't a model, but had dated her fair share of famous men. But, when I pulled up her most attractive photo, I watched his face contort in disgust. "You want me to date that cow? Never."
Secretly, I was glad he wasn't interested — I would never wish anyone to have to spend an evening with him.
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