A Luxy (Fat)venture. In my quest for some fresh FPH material, I recently made an account on a dating app called Luxy. For those of you that don't know, Luxy is one of those so-called "elite" matching services. There are two ways to get in -- either you get voted in by existing members or you prove that you make at least $200k a year. As soon as my account was approved, I knew I'd see some shit, but boy, did I see some shit. We all know hams are entitled and self-indulgent. But like a supervirus that develops in the most heavily sanitized areas of hospitals, I encountered a breed of superham I didn't think was possible. The profiles were incredible to read, and there were plenty to keep me entertained. One ham after another, pudging it up for the camera (bingo wings and all), trying their very best to look sexy. These hams set their profile requirements for the complete package -- at least 6 feet tall, must be fit/ripped/athletic/muscular/Adonis, make at least $x00k per year, own instead of rent, have your MA from an Ivy League school, no older than 30 years old, etc. I'm not exactly the catch-of-the-year myself, but it was incredible to see the sheer brazenness of some of the demands. Now while this sort of thing isn't necessarily exclusive to any one particular app or site, what floored me was the unique extent to which these hams took their entitled nature. Literally stuff like "I will not accept any less than 4 exotic vacations per year," "Don't bother if you don't like watching," "I need an allowance of at least $x per week," etc. And of course, the usual "I AM BIG AND BEAUTIFUL, DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME" refrains, although there was one that sought to have some sucker pay for her to get weight-reduction/cosmetic surgery in exchange for... something or whatever. Anyhow, just thought I'd share the experience with my fellow goats. Hope y'all enjoyed.