My husband is a Princeton graduate. He is also handsome, athletic, highly intelligent, and a doctor. I am a college dropout, I don’t make any money, I don’t come from money, I am only slightly more attractive than my husband, and I’m five months older than him. I am not hot enough, young enough, or dumb enough to be considered a trophy wife, though I wish I was. So how did I land a Princeton man?
I’m Attractive and I Continuously Invest In My Attractiveness
I’m a gender realist unlike most feminists today. Obviously, men are captured first by a woman’s physical appearance and women are attracted to wealth and status. Feminists are trying to rewrite the laws of attraction, but I have leaned into them and therefore had a gratifying dating life culminating with a marriage to an elite man. If women want to be successful in mating, they need to invest in their attractiveness. I was able to marry a Princeton man because my dating market value is equal to, if not greater, than that of my husband. I am able to keep a Princeton man because I continuously strive to improve myself and my appearance which includes regular visits to a dermatologist, busting my ass in the gym, wearing stylish clothes and sexy lingerie. In fact, my attractiveness has steadily increased throughout my marriage in direct correlation to the growth in my husband’s income.
I’m Intelligent But Not Overeducated
Thanks to feminism, women are getting advanced degrees in record numbers. In fact, more women have advanced degrees than men and therefore more are breadwinners, an arrangement both spouses end up resenting.
A Princeton man takes pride in providing for his family and is not going to want a woman who outearns him. That’s great news for women who want to be the primary caretaker of their children and still own a ton of shoes. She doesn’t need to spend six figures and six years getting a first-rate education followed by another six years climbing the ladder at a job she will quit after having kids. She can be like me and ditch college to pursue her passion, spend her 20s traveling and trying out different careers, marry a Princeton man in her early 30s, and never work again (or work only for herself as I do). She does need to be smart, but being that IQ is mostly genetic, education is largely irrelevant.
You may argue that attending Princeton is the most convenient way to snag a Princeton man, but this rarely works out. Why would a Princeton man settle down 10 years before he peaks? He is going to move to a big city, date an array of beautiful and interesting women, and marry the most captivating woman he meets sometime in his early 30s. I met my husband randomly at a house party. He could tell within seconds that I was intelligent and therefore didn’t care to ask where I went to school, how many degrees I had, and how much money I made.
What I lack in education, I make up for with life experience. I spent my 20s living the adventurous topsy-turvy life of a bohemian artist and it has shaped me into a well-traveled, cultured, and intriguing woman. Throughout that time, I developed my artistic skills outside of a formal education and spared my husband from marrying into a six-figure college debt.
My path in life has been unconventional but that is a huge plus for my husband, who has trod a well-worn path towards a stable career. I make his life beautiful and interesting, and he supports my creative endeavors. We have our roles and they are in perfect harmony.
I Have Game
What good is your worth if you don’t know you have it? Figure out your dating market value, do what you can to increase it, then wear that number proudly on your sleeve. I was successful with men because I knew my value and expected to be treated accordingly. Men could sense this and invested greater in a courtship with me than they would with a woman who appears insecure, needy, or desperate. High-status men are especially good at sniffing out women who are hungry to lock them down.
When I met my husband I was not seeking to marry a Princeton man. In fact, I was not interested in ever being married. He had to court me for months while I continued to date other men. He spent money on fancy dinners, weekend getaways, and romantic gestures. He obliged when I asked him to change. He let me throw out his entire wardrobe, restyle his hair, introduce more vegetables to his diet, and mix up his indie rocker playlist with Beyonce and Lana del Rey. He wanted to be better for me because he knew it was worth it.
Having game simply means you have a lot to offer and you know it. My husband worked hard to get me because that’s what he needed to do to marry a woman of my caliber. And in turn, he has won a wife that is the most rewarding part of his life (his words, not mine).
I Was In The Right Place At The Right Time
To increase her chance of marrying a Princeton man, a woman should be single and ready to mingle somewhere between the age of 25 to 32 and of course, living in a major city. She can pick one of the top 5 cities with the most ivy league graduates (NYC, Boston, D.C., LA or SF) based on the type of men she’s interested in and how well she thinks she can compete in that particular dating market.
I ended up in SF because I couldn’t hack it in LA, career-wise not dating-wise. I cleaned up in SF because there is a paucity of attractive women there and a surplus of smart, wealthy but dorky single men. NYC is great for creative and stylish beautiful women who want to meet successful but intense men. LA is great for hot and ambitious women who want to meet high-status but arrogant men. D.C. and Boston are great for cute and feisty women who like intellectual but lower-earning men. And SF is great for women.
I met my husband when I was 29 at a house party full of Stanford grads, one of them who happened to be my husband’s colleague in residency. Although I didn’t go to Stanford, I was an attractive and sociable single woman getting by on contract copywriting gigs with tech startups, so I naturally ended up in that circle. It’s about being in the right place at the right time, but of course, it’s more than that.
A Princeton man fell for me, a starving artist without an education because I was attractive, interesting, smart, and confident. If I had stayed in college instead of pursuing my creative passions, then I would have been less interesting. If I had just focused on being attractive and not on improving myself, then I would not have kept my husband’s interest, because a Princeton man doesn’t want a trophy wife, he wants the whole package.
Feminists are telling young women to focus on higher education, career, and achieving financial independence, when really, what most women want is to raise children with an awesome guy who can provide. Not every woman has all the qualities she needs to marry a Princeton man, but I’ve watched countless top-notch women drink the feminist kool-aid and miss the opportunity to get the most out of their 20s. Instead they’re competing with men for male-oriented careers only to bow out when one of those men is ready to start a family with her. I took the road less traveled and still ended up with the man of every girl’s dream.