Not gonna lie, that question has crossed my mind a few times. This was a really interesting, informative piece.

Airlines look for well-dressed people to offer first-class upgrades to when seats are open, and dating my girlfriend had led me to up my game in terms of dress so I always wore a jacket and tie when flying, so we were a pretty good-looking couple (well, she was-I was a chump in a nice suit), and we would always get offered the first-class upgrades. And we flew a lot, because my job is pretty portable and she would have shoots all over the world.

Cause vs correlation doesn't seem to sink in for this person. "Oh no, honey, it's not your platinum flying status, it's because you're pretty." Snork.

How come models dont wonder what its like to date me?

Meh. Who wastes their time on mere models? They have to be super models to get my interest up.

stpauler: Airlines look for well-dressed people to offer first-class upgrades to when seats are open, and dating my girlfriend had led me to up my game in terms of dress so I always wore a jacket and tie when flying, so we were a pretty good-looking couple (well, she was-I was a chump in a nice suit), and we would always get offered the first-class upgrades. And we flew a lot, because my job is pretty portable and she would have shoots all over the world.

Cause vs correlation doesn't seem to sink in for this person. "Oh no, honey, it's not your platinum flying status, it's because you're pretty." Snork.

Yeah, I thought that was odd. I get upgraded a lot because I fly a lot. I can tell you with about 90% accuracy whether I'm getting upgraded on a particular flight based on time and destination.

Mon, 9am, ATL-LGA: No upgrade (even if you're platinum you're probably not getting an upgrade on this flight).
Tue, 3pm SRQ-ATL: Guaranteed upgrade (old people and tourists rarely fly and there's no business here so pretty much any flight into a vacation destination will be an upgrade because you have zero competition).

Must be fun to date one... going out to dinner would cost like $3 tops, and she'd just throw it up later. then you get to have wild 'bag of antlers' sex with her.

I don't see how this article got past the editors..terrible.

Like farkin' a bag of antlers?

And it only proves the old adage that no matter how smoking hot a chick is, there's some guy, somewhere, who's tired of putting up with her crap.

Ive known a couple of models. They were both farking nuts; completely neurotic messes and high maintenance. I would never date one. These two couldn't keep a boyfriend after the new wore off the sex.

Snarcoleptic_Hoosier: Girl in the story sounds like you could cut glass on her knees.

The one writing it or the supermodel?

Dated a very beautiful art model briefly. She was very down to earth but very hippy dippy and into Rumi and lots of eastern religion, which is fine but I didn't buy into any of it. Turned out we had so little in common beyond some basics we soon parted ways amicably.

But yes, it was like making love to an angel. Good memories.

If you really want to date one it's not that hard, although I was a photographer and around them more often by natural course of events. Like any other situation, there's a small chance you'll click with someone you meet. You just can't be intimidated by their looks, and you need to be an interesting and not-boorish person yourself.

I dated a gal who won "Miss Colorado" and was 3rd runner up for "Miss USA" once. Carbon copy of what this guy writes about. Off-the-charts insecure - absolutely obsessed with her looks, zero financial skills, etc. It was all about the parties, instant gratification and the attention. It lasted about a year for me before I'd had enough.

...transition into being a supermodel, which is pretty much the only postmodeling career available to you in this line of work.

I was going to make a prostitution joke, but then thought of a non-snarky response: Surely there are careers within the fashion world that a model's experience would be an advantage, e.g. stylist, consultant, sales rep, etc.

Grapple: she'd just throw it up later. then you get to have wild 'bag of antlers' sex with her.

Puke really gets your erotic motor running, eh?

Grapple: Must be fun to date one... going out to dinner would cost like $3 tops, and she'd just throw it up later. then you get to have wild 'bag of antlers' sex with her.

dabbletech: Like farkin' a bag of antlers?

Oops.

PMS 365

reminds me of the time I dated Morgan Fairchild.

JerkStore: And it only proves the old adage that no matter how smoking hot a chick is, there's some guy, somewhere, who's tired of putting up with her crap.

It goes both ways. I've met very few pretty people I'd want to date. They're either self-absorbed and shallow or just boring. They grow up with constant approval just for their looks and never really have to develop interesting personalities for their social lives.

The most traditionally attractive guy I dated does body building and all that crap, is super tall, and had gorgeous blue eyes. Total prick, completely, obsessively insecure and jealous at the slightest thing, and cheated nonstop. And does steroids off and on so he rages at the slightest thing. And can't stand any ex or potentially interested girl to move on, has to try and keep them all hanging on his every word. Tried staying friends after because I cared about him, and I'm pretty damn tolerant, but the guy was just a total douchebag. We text now only often enough that I don't get surprise attempts by him to try and reconcile.

/the sex was dull, too

stuffy: PMS 365

Believe me, you don't want that model. Go for the SOHOT 281. It requires a week of down time each month, but its a much more pleasant user experience.

Answer by an anonymous user on Quora

What is this? Copy pasta from some "Ask a guy who dates a model anything" thread on 4chan?
I mean, why be anonymous? No can verify your....oh I see. Cause you're lying.

My right hand is pretty darn attractive if I do say so myself....

Rapmaster2000: Yeah, I thought that was odd. I get upgraded a lot because I fly a lot. I can tell you with about 90% accuracy whether I'm getting upgraded on a particular flight based on time and destination.

Mon, 9am, ATL-LGA: No upgrade (even if you're platinum you're probably not getting an upgrade on this flight).
Tue, 3pm SRQ-ATL: Guaranteed upgrade (old people and tourists rarely fly and there's no business here so pretty much any flight into a vacation destination will be an upgrade because you have zero competition).


Pretty much this. They rank everyone flying based on some combination of your fare class and frequent flyer level and upgrade the top people.

Platinum flyers (especially million milers) who walked up to the counter and bought a $1200 ticket get upgrades. Tourists who fly once a year on a $200 ticket 4 months in advance -- not so much.

Bill McKay


reminds me of the time I dated Morgan Fairchild.

yeah, yeah, my ...wife. Morgan Fairchild.

/good memory

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The Pathological Liar.

For 5 years I lived with a girl who did modelling locally. She was attractive and did NOT have obvious excesive insecurities. Most of the time she was even very nice. She did however have a BAD temper. I mean from 0 to total biatch throwing punches on a moments notice. It was weird and I was sometimes nervous about taking her in public (if anyone crossed her she would get violent).

She caused all sorts of trouble in both my circle of friends and my family, not to mention all of the broken glass. We finally ended it when she shattered a mirror one night and I said "I have to get something from the car" (all I could think of). I got in, drove away, and went back for my stuff a week later.

I heard she got married a few years ago. While I was happy that she found someone I couldn't help but wonder if he's into being slapped and such.

/csb

It really is sad to have to break it off with a twisted beauty - I've done it several times. I've dated a lot of musicians over the years, and there are almost infinite ways to be the hottest girl in the world. Music girls are oftentimes a hot mess - they get treated like royalty, you can't trust dudes any more, and it's never easy to leave them behind. Losing a hot sex pal is a sad event, but as the neocons say, if you're poor, go to work. The best defense is to stay in a band yourself - then the notoriety sort of equals out. But, TFA author is setting himself up. I'd never ever tag along with a hot girlfriend unless I had some game myself. My self-esteem is either too good or too bad for that.

And who the f*ck cares about marriage anyway? Who's this guy think he is, Jesus?

harlock: Dated a very beautiful art model briefly. She was very down to earth but very hippy dippy and into Rumi and lots of eastern religion, which is fine but I didn't buy into any of it. Turned out we had so little in common beyond some basics we soon parted ways amicably.

But yes, it was like making love to an angel. Good memories.

If you really want to date one it's not that hard, although I was a photographer and around them more often by natural course of events. Like any other situation, there's a small chance you'll click with someone you meet. You just can't be intimidated by their looks, and you need to be an interesting and not-boorish person yourself.

Plenty of truth here. Back in the day, I had a couple of brief-ish relationships with women who were either models/actresses/ridiculously good-looking, and along with some monumental and well-founded insecurity about people liking them "just for their looks", I learned that the absolute stunners rarely dated, because while they were hit upon constantly, they were rarely asked out in the conventional "date" sense. Short form: Guys wouldn't ask them out very often.

So self-confidence in the form of not-sweating, not-stammering, funny and "light-hearted" convo would often lead to an affirmative to a request for a date of some sort, which would get pleasantly extra-curricular in due course.

Things learned from having some very good-looking girlfriends:

1) They may be painfully inexperienced in the sack. See "not approached much". This can be refreshing or dire in the sense that they may be planks in the sack with no game whatsoever and, unlike funny-looking women, little incentive to improve.

2) They may be still mooning after some high-school hookup before they got out of the awkward stork stage to become Avatar of Human Perfection material.

3) They will frequently have odd or off-putting values that reflect a life of self-obsession or self-regard. Constantly reinforcing someone's self-worth by telling them how pretty or sexy they are does not usually grow you a Jane Goodall.

4) They may not be aware how they leverage their own appearance to smooth their path through the world, and may be unable to envision a time when they have to work harder or think better when the carousel slows down.

5) If none of this is off-putting, check out the mother. It's astounding, now that I'm older, how accurate a predictor of future aging meeting your GF's mother can be. It can go farther, and in either direction, than you may suspect.

All that said, I've met some women who started beautiful and got more so when I found out they liked sex and were good at it, read books, had opinions not out of Vogue, handled steady jobs, and could juggle, build canoes, get dirty without complaining about getting dirty, and knew their single malts.

We call them "the keepers".

I'd like to get the opinion of the females dating male models - one of my friends laughs convulsively every time the commercial is on showing the brown M&M talking to what's-his-name.

cwheelie: My right hand is pretty darn attractive if I do say so myself....

As a gay friend tells people: "use your left hand and reach around and come up from behind and, I swear to god! it feels just like someone else!"

Talos: I dated a gal who won "Miss Colorado" and was 3rd runner up for "Miss USA" once. Carbon copy of what this guy writes about. Off-the-charts insecure - absolutely obsessed with her looks, zero financial skills, etc. It was all about the parties, instant gratification and the attention. It lasted about a year for me before I'd had enough.

I read this as "all about the panties" initially. Somehow seems more fitting.