Several patrons of the arts tried to bribe their way up there, even though the platform was sweaty and sagging from overcrowding. After a while, the platform VIPs had drained their drinks, but nobody wanted to give up their space on the platform to travel to the bar.The moral of the story is that the people who were turned away from the platform got hammered and had an amazing night.She brought me with her crew to [loser club for losers], and we were at, like, a table at the center.

En español | Thousands of older Americans are eager to enter the dating scene but haven't figured out the best way to do it.

Others, actively dating, long to expand their pool of possible partners.

On the latter point I’ll never know, because I was waitlisted on Raya forever.

I deleted the app because it depressed me, but I'm probably I think I only made my peace with the elite dating world’s total rejection of my person when I successfully joined The League. The app’s goal is to pair up its users with other Elites.

You don’t sign up for Farmers if you don’t want to meet someone who understands the nuances of fertilizer.

And you don’t sign up for Raya if you don’t want to meet people who care about being elite and exclusive. Donald Trump., Tinder is the steerage to Raya’s first class.

At conferences and work parties when I was single, I approached men who appeared to be alone. While planning her daughter's wedding, my divorced friend, Jane, developed a crush on the florist. From the time he walked in, he waxed poetic about his deceased wife. I couldn't be sure, but it was clear he was neither available nor ready. The subject matter should excite you — don't sign up for a bridge class if you hate playing cards — but the type of class has to be right, as well.

I went out with an instructor I talked to over the crabmeat canapés at a faculty event. Afterward, eager to keep the connection alive, she went to his shop and thanked him in person. Years earlier, newly divorced and pushing my daughter on a playground swing, I spotted a cool-looking man with his daughters. At a Web-design course, for example, my divorced neighbor, Larry, faced a computer and a blank wall — no interaction with fellow students, no chance to mingle.

For a short time, I was convinced, in spite of all external evidence, that I was clinically plain.