Corrado, I get your point, and would simply add this: I’ve been open to a variety of connections, which I’ve explored over the years. In addition, the statement of a preference isn’t laid in stone- it’s just that, a preference. My girlfriend Sonja prefers large Black men with substantial tummies. As a lovely Black woman that’s what gets her going. She ended up with a white man with a substantial tummy and she’s happy as hell. A preference doesn’t mean that all doors are shut. It indicates that there is a liking for a type. My best fireman friend prefers women made like me- lithe, thin, athletic. He fell for a nurse who suffers from agoraphobia and is a bit chunky. In these cases, as in so many aspects of life, something else clicked. As I’ve written elsewhere, my experience has consistently been- especially as I’ve aged into my mid-sixties- that super fit men my age rarely if ever even begin to consider someone my age because of the number. That doesn’t offend me at all. But that’s me. Others do get offended, to your point, and make a holy war out of it. How dare you, in other words? My response is Come ON man, get over it. I agree completely with you that it’s understandable and natural. However that lashing out demonstrates someone’s real character. I wouldn’t hire these jerks to clean up the dog shit in my yard, much less date them. We get the full view of someone’s soul when they are rejected. Handle it with grace, that’s admirable. Show up like a POS, well, ladies and germs, you’re gonna be single and lonely for a VERY long time. Match.com is full of folks who have been on for decades, and there’s a good reason for it. Thanks for your comments.