Love must be so easy for those with money, yes? We should know the answer to this already, but no. This week's lesson in romance economics comes by way of the New York Post, where much ink has been dedicated to the relationship travails of Larry Greenfield, 47, a retired Long Island securities trader who has spent more than $65,000 on six different matchmaking services that connected him with 250 women in 12 years. We wouldn't be talking about this, of course, if he wasn't still single, making the casual observer wonder if perhaps that's the state he prefers. Nor would we be discussing lovelorn Larry if he weren't on the pages of the official New York love tabloid, apparently by his own bidding.
There is a cosmic and constant rule of the dating universe, and it is this: If ever you claim that there's no one good enough for you, that the 250 women (or men) you've dated are not right (and that whomever suggested you date those men or women not very smart or good at their jobs), the dating universe will strike back and call you "too picky." "Too picky" is the worst. It means you're not even playing the game right, or fairly; your standards and expectations are way too high and perhaps you are not as attractive or great as you think you are. Ouch. "Too picky" is an insult, rude beyond "that's the best you can do" and "you should just settle," though those are pretty bad, too. Maybe you just haven't found the "right person" for you, and that's O.K., really—the problem is when you start to blame other people for that.