I get that this topic might ruffle a few feathers... I'm kinda hoping it does. But seeing as though this specific group of swingers are SO special, they deserve the extra attention. And I know for a fact some others feel the same.
I'm speaking of course of the Professionals, the Exclusive and the Upmarket couples. The special group who seems to think these titles, their income and socio-economic status earns them some deluded degree of awe.
Professionals... I kinda get. Kinda. It's a weird flex to proclaim you have a job, but I get it. Some might see this as a way to show you have a steady income, you have a place and can host etc. Still...weird flex to proclaim this on a swinger site with a free profile...but ok. You do you, booboo.
The Executive couples. Aah...my fave. Executive meaning having power, some form of senior managerial responsibility, I presume? These couples are almost always looking for the same...most likely luxury sedan owners, eating Woolies only in posh gated complexes.
And then we have the Upmarket couples. Same as the above, but with bigger paychecks and therefore more targeted to the expensive and affluent. Apparently.
So let me get this straight... Do these couples REALLY think what you drive, how much they make, and where they stay will automatically push them into a bracket that ensures better play dates? Or more play dates?
We have had personal experience with a couple like this...sadly. And the sex (no shocker here) was terrible. Seems money can't fix being awkward and a terrible fuck.
To summarise...we're a middle class couple. We work our asses off to live comfortably. We choose play mates based on honesty, experience, personality and sexual attraction.
It's sad to see in that even in swinging we have people with a sense of entitlement who thinks something as generic as your income will define you or your experiences. You just sound like a pompous douche bud.
You are not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.