Rich Idiots Are Paying $1 Million For A Chance At Love

This bizarre new scheme also raises questions about our culture’s ultra intense selectivity towards mates.

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I think it was the Beatles who sang about how “money can’t buy me love.” Well, clearly that’s very wrong, stupid, and backwards thinking. Because now there’s a new matchmaking service called Three Day Rule in Los Angeles catering to ultra high net worth clients. The price tag — one million dollars.

Now, you would think with a cost that high that maybe only a handful of people would express interest. You’d be wrong again, as over 100 people applied. The service only plans to take on three people, however. Which means hypothetically — and this is for all you side hustlers out there — that you could TOTALLY take advantage of the remaining 97+ with your own million dollar dating scheme. That’s more than $97 million left on the table. Good luck.

Man, here I am thinking paying a dating app $50 a month for “Platinum Level” is outrageously egregious and akin to buying into an obvious pyramid scheme. Turns out I’m woefully underestimating the willingness some people have to burn cash for empty promises.

So, what do you get for a million bucks anyway? According to the service’s CEO, Adam Cohen-Aslatei:

Cohen-Aslatei described the service as a “one-year intensive dating program,” in which Three Day Rule manages practically every aspect of clients’ dating lives. The company assigns each client a dedicated recruiter, who flies across the country, visiting social clubs, bars and Equinox gyms in search of a match. Matchmakers plan dates in minute detail, and dating coaches prep clients and their matches for dates on everything from hairstyling to etiquette.

It sounds like Three Day Rule is basically a booking agent, like an actor would have. Only instead of hustling to get you a bit part on some shitty sitcom for union minimum, Three Day Rule is out there scouring the globe for a potential lifelong partner. Along the way they are coaching you to make you a better catch in the process.

Hmmm, I could be wrong, but if you’ve got a million bucks to throw around on something like this, I’d say there’s a good chance you’re already a high-value Type-A prospect anyway. People spending this kind of money don’t just have a few million. They are probaby multi-decamillionaires. They are in the top one percent of the one percent. How much better could you really get?

Also, Three Day Rule? That sounds a little too close to “Five Second Rule.” The maxim that says if you drop a cookie on the floor it’s still okay to eat it if you pick it up within five seconds. Might want to consider a name change there.

If you’re looking to be included into the pool of potential recruits for a shot to shack up with a millionaire, you better be ready at the airport. Cohen-Aslatei adds:

…we send our recruiters to airports around the country to sit at the gates going to the cities our clients are located in. And they strike up conversations, they get to know them, and then we decide they’re going to be palatable and the right type of a match for our client.

Just great. Now instead of only worrying about handsy TSA agents patting you down, assholes playing music loudly on their phones, flight delays, and overpaying for crappy food and beverages, you’ll have to contend with under cover Cupids possibly probing you as match for some rich dork who can’t be bothered to chat people up on their own. Nice.

Look, anyone who uses this service is stupid, obviously. But it raises questions about the ridiculous way in which we as a culture value and assess possible mates, and the oftentimes impossible standards we apply. No one wants to “settle” these days. Everyone wants to hold out for a “better deal.” This is largely due to social media and the infinite scroll of dating apps, which, like a viewing portal into a magical land, offer a fictitious glimpse of a better life with glamorous people. We’re beset with a paradox of choice, always thinking something better is just around the corner. The effect is people become disposable, useful only until the next “upgrade” is available.

Meanwhile, marriage rates and pregnancy rates continue to drop. All this apparent availability and choice haven’t made the process of finding love better. It’s made people crazy enough to actually try a service like this. If people are willing to pay this much for a chance at a partner, that to me is indicative that things today are truly desperate and broken.

Using this service is also hideously materialistic and soullessly calculative. As if you could buy a partner as you would a yacht or a personal jet. You could almost certainly do better attracting mates by simply getting a cute puppy and going for walks around your neighborhood. There are free dogs at the shelter up for adoption everyday. You could revamp your wardrobe for a few thousand. You could hit the gym and get into shape. You could take classes in-person at a local college. Or participate in expensive hobbies that other high networth people tend to be attracted to — private pilot lessons, going on luxury vacations, or golfing, for instance.

Let’s say you did happen to find a marriage partner using this service, but then you get divorced in two years. What then? That’s a pretty high price to pay just to have someone share your bed for 24 months. You could afford a high-end $1000 escort to fuck your brains out every weekend for nearly TWENTY YEARS for the same price, and you wouldn’t have to worry about losing half your shit in divorce court when your partner randomly decides things “aren’t working out for them” anymore.


Maybe money can’t buy you love. Or maybe it can. There are plenty of gold diggers out there willing to shack up with an uggo just to drive a Mercedes-Benz. But I do agree with the notion that the “best things in life are free.” While we as a society keep trying to monetize and systemize everything in sight, love will remain the one thing you can’t put a price tag on.

What’s Riskier: Marriage, or Living Next Door to Jeffrey Dahmer?

Source: https://www.biography.com/crime-figure/jeffrey-dahmer

Over the course of 13 years, Jeffrey Dahmer, also known as the “Milwaukee Cannibal,” killed 17 people. He targeted mainly young men, finding them in bathhouses, and luring them back to his house, where he would drug, rape, and murder them.

Hey, what else are you going to do for kicks living in Wisconsin, right?

Sometimes, if Jeffrey was feeling in need of further stimulation, he’d disembowel them, too. He was also a necrophiliac, and liked to preserve the body parts of his victims. When he was finally caught by police in 1991, he was in the process of building a throne made of human skulls.

Wow, that’s pretty creative, to be honest. I can’t even put together a 100-piece puzzle without having a mental breakdown, and this guy’s over here building Skeletor’s throne.

But even Jeffrey Dahmer, human plague that he was, can’t hold a candle to something far more horrifying —

The institution of marriage.

Marriage, in sharp contrast to the creepy bespectacled image of serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, is often portrayed as a blissful union between two people who love each other, want to spend the rest of their lives together, and may even want to raise children together.

In reality, marriage is responsible for untold misery, death, and destruction, especially when it leads to divorce/separation (which is often).

So, what’s riskier: Getting hitched, or living next door to Jeffrey Dahmer?

Jeffrey committed some of his murders while living in his grandmother’s house in West Allis, Wisconsin. However, while Jeffrey killed hitchhikers and gay men in bathhouses, it’s very important to note that he never killed anyone living right next door to him. He never even killed his own grandmother, who finally asked him to move out due to the “funny smells” coming from the basement of her house.

Thesis: I contend that marriage is by far riskier and deadlier than living next door to Jeffrey Dahmer.

Don’t believe me? Well, let’s take a look at some alarming statistics about murder and marriage.

According to The Atlantic, which reported a study by the CDC, 55% of murders of American women are committed by an “intimate partner,” meaning a former or current romantic partner, or the partner’s family or friends.

Source: Huffington Post

The study goes on to report some more disturbing facts:

  • A third of the time an argument precipitated the murder, with 12% of the deaths associated with jealousy.
  • 15% of the women killed were actually pregnant at the time of death.
  • And almost half the murders were committed with a gun.

It gets even worse. Back in 2019, the Huffington Post, citing a study by Northeastern University, reported that domestic violence murders are on the rise.

  • In 2014, there were 1875 people killed by an intimate partner.
  • In 2017, that number rose to 2,237, almost a 20% increase.

Then there’s this startling little nugget:

  • “Every 16 hours, according to one estimate, a woman is fatally shot by her boyfriend, husband or ex.”

Meanwhile, here’s a few fast facts about Jeffrey’s serial killing career:

  • It lasted 13 years, between 1978 and 1991.
  • 17 boys and men were murdered, often quite gruesomly.
  • Most of Jeffrey’s victims were non-white, including a 13-year old Laotian boy.

Now, let’s consider a few points.

According to Legal Jobs, the average length of a marriage in the U.S. is only 8.2 years. That’s almost five years less than Jeffrey’s serial killing enterprise, which shows that unlike all these short-timer married folks, Mr. Dahmer possessed a capability for long-term committment. Had Jeffrey not been caught in 1991, he’d likely have just kept on killing. And why not? The dude was clearly awesome at it. Whereas it appears most people are looking to bail on their marriages A.S.A.P.

‘Till death due us part? LOL, yeah right. What a sick joke.

It’s a sad testament to today’s society when a serial killer like Jeffrey Dahmer is a greater model of reliability and dedication than the institution of marriage itself.

Furthermore, unlike with marriage, Jeffrey was a danger exclusively to males. If you’re female, he was as harmless as a Lifetime movie, though certainly far more entertaining.

But all joking aside, according to the National Center for Family and Marriage Research (NCFMR), in 2019, 2.2 million women were married, a rate that has been stable since reaching a 45-year low in 2010.

Source: NCFMR

Now, factoring in some of the above-mentioned statistics concerning intimate partner homocides, if on average 2,000 women are killed every year by their SOs, while about 2 million women are married every year, that means a woman has roughly a one tenth of one percent chance of being murdered by marriage.

Mind you, she plays those odds every year she stays married. Hmm, maybe there is something to that 8.2 year average divorce deadline, afterall.

Only about 5% of murdered men are offed by their romantic partners. In fact, about 500-750 married men are whacked each year. That works out to under three hundredths of one percent of men married each year being killed by a spouse.

Now, those numbers may look pitifully low. But they are orders of magnitude higher than Jeffrey’s body count. Jeffrey only killed 17 guys over a 13-year period. In that same period of time, marriage might have killed almost 26,000 people. Roughly the population of Neenah, Wisconsin, a small town 84 miles from Jeffrey’s birthplace of Milwaukee, and famous for making manhole covers.

Now, let’s a break from all the murder and mayhem, and discuss something far more important.

Money.

Did you know that the cost of an average wedding AND an average divorce both come out to about $20,000? Combined, that comes to a grand total of $40,000, which is just below the median income in the U.S. of $44,225, according to Zippia. For comparison’s sake, the average person only loses about $500 gambling in Las Vegas per trip.

Man, marriage can end up being a pretty big blow to one’s net worth.

But you know who never reduced anyone’s federal income tax bracket? Good ol’ “Kill ’em cheap” Jeffrey Dahmer, that’s who. A budget-minded serial killer, who often plied his victims with offers of free food and drinks to lure them back to his apartment.

This adds up to a pretty disturbing truth: Strictly financially speaking, it’s not only cheaper, but likely more profitable, to be killed by Jeffrey Dahmer, than to end up in a bad marriage, or one that leads to divorce. At least with Jeffrey you get treated to a good meal and (possibly) mindblowing sex before your visit with the Grim Reaper. Which is more than what many can say about their failed marriages, much less the dating scene itself overall.

Certainly, it’s safer (and healthier) to be Jeffrey’s next door neighbor than to be a divorcee, no matter what your gender. A study that appeared in Annals of Behavioral Medicine showed divorce linked to a “wide range of poor health outcomes, including early death.”

Meanwhile, Jeffrey’s grandmother, Catherine Jemima Hughes, whom he lived with during his first three murders, lasted to the the ripe old age of 88, dying on Christmas Day in 1992.

And this leads to a realization that really rocked my world —

It’s possible that actually being married to Jeffrey Dahmer might have been the safer option, rather than being married to some other random person. Jeffrey never killed anyone he lived with, or next to, remember.

Married folks, let me emphasize that: Statistically, you would have been safer being married to Jeffrey Dahmer than to your current husband/wife.

Finally, we get to the issue of race. As mentioned earlier, Jeffreys victims were primarily non-white. Many of these melanin-enriched unfortunates were picked up in gay bars and clubs. Which goes to show that Jeffrey, for all his shortcomings, was definitely not a racist. Or a homophobe.

The institution of marriage on the other hand? It’s practically wearing a pointy white hood.

Even though, according to Gallup, U.S. approval of interracial marriage has hit a new high of 94%, Wikipedia points out that, “White Americans were statistically the least likely to wed interracially.” Even very recently, according to Pew Research, only 19% of newlyweds in 2019 were interracial couples.

Source: Pew Research Center

By contrast, Jeffrey judged not by the color of his victim’s skin, but whether they’d make a fine addition to his skull throne. His body count was a color-blind meritocracy, just as Dr. King would have wanted. Given Jeffrey’s racial preferences, you could even say he was a devout anti-racist before it was cool to be a devout anti-racist.

The results are clear: Jeffrey Dahmer wins this debate pretty handidly. You would have been statistically safer living next door to him during his killing spree than you would have been getting married.

A quick recap:

If you’re a woman, you have a low but not insignificant chance of being murdered by your partner. But you would have had a ZERO chance whatsoever of falling prey to Jeffrey Dahmer, even if you were living with him. Or married to him.

Point goes to Jeffrey for his chivalry.

If you’re a man, you also have a greater chance of being killed by your spouse or partner than ending up part of Dahmer’s body part trophy collection.

Another point to Jeffrey.

For either sex, marriage can lead to breaking the bank. Death by Dahmer? Zero out of pocket costs. And you might even get a free dinner and drinks.

Jeffrey scores again.

Marriage itself? Sadly, still an institution rife with racism and homophobia. Meanwhile, Dahmer was all about diversity and cultural enrichment.

Jeffrey with the clincher here.

And there you have it. Jeffrey Dahmer wins out on virtually every metric that matters. You’re better off living next door to a serial killer than getting married.