If you want to date somebody, date the shit out of them.
But I bristle at the implication that there’s something inherently morally wrong about who I choose to date. I acknowledge that my palate is flawed and that I’m missing out on any number of delicious, well-crafted dishes that everyone else can enjoy.
"You see these women who are overweight and unattractive clamoring for a tall man on their profiles, but I can’t ask that the girl be attractive or under a certain weight.” Now, the above quote crystallizes an important point.This is likely the exact reason that a guy doing something similar so flagrantly right there in his profile would feel tasteless and worthy of scorn.And yet, isn't this brazen height-ism just another variation on the kind of "no fat chicks" misogyny that would seem both offensive and outdated if a guy were to just casually drop it into a Tinder profile?Guilting yourself into pursuing someone who you know, empirically, doesn’t do anything for you is a waste of time for everyone involved. Yes, maybe every once in a while I should take a bite of goat cheese and see if I like it — in case it is, as they say, an acquired taste. That is a waste of excellent goat cheese someone else would’ve loved to have eaten, not to mention that I will probably vomit all over you.But after years of this, I’m pretty sure I’ll always feel the same way about goat cheese. Personal preferences exist, and to deny that is willful ignorance.