My Lucky Day?

So, we are all familiar with the fact that life can be superficial at times, or rather, our perspective on life can be superficial. So it is with dating and relationships. I will admit that attractive women tend to attract me (correct me if I am wrong but I suppose that is why they are referred to as "attractive"). Beauty is a nice feature, but it is certainly not what matters most (in truth, I have had a couple--not a lot mind you--but a couple of really attractive women who have had an interest in me, but if looks is all a woman has, it holds my interest for all of about, well, lets say until the conversation begins--hardly long enough to make a single date worth anything--I'll take connection over beauty any day, though both would be nice).
Anyhow, on the superficial level, about a week or so ago I came across an article by Jeanna Bryner titled, "Why Beautiful Women Marry Less Attractive Men." My initial thought, of course, was, "Wow! This is my lucky day! I'm less attractive than a lot of women, so there is hope!" Among other things, the article states: "Women seeking a lifelong mate might do well to choose the guy a notch below them in the looks category. New research reveals couples in which the wife is better looking than her husband are more positive and supportive than other match-ups." What guy would not be happy with this statement? And just when I thought that this was my lucky day, I got to the end of the article and discovered what it is that women ARE looking for in a man which allows them to marry a guy who is a notch below them in the "looks" category. Essentially, while men place a priority on a woman's looks, women place a priority on "men's height and salary."
What? Height and salary! Blast! So much for my lucky day. . . of all things for women to look for. . . the only two categories that my looks outweigh. . . height and salary. . . O that I were born an ugly giant with deep pockets full of cash! But no, all the tall genes were used up by my older brothers and my parents' reproductive DNA was scrapping the bottom of the barrel by the time I came around. Height. . . grrrr! Strike 1. But there is nothing I can do about that, so why worry. But then there is what is in my control. . . career. And what do I choose. . . out of principal I choose something I feel will be rewarding and something that will be good for family life over something that will be financially lucrative. The result, low salary. Strike 2. I don't even want to know what strike 3 will be. . . probably something silly like "personality." :)
Apparently, I am going to have to find some primitive island of pigmy women who will view both my height and salary as being large. In America, this is simply not the case!
So, what was looking to be my lucky day (the hope and promise of a wife who is better looking than I) turns out to be anything but lucky. Bummer deal. :)
Needless to say, I have struck out with superficial women. Wait a minute. . . I have STRUCK OUT WITH SUPERFICIAL WOMEN!!! Hey, it is my lucky day after all. :)