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Making the Raya Cut- The hip connector for creative types
Emily – 40+, (former ski bunny, model, sail boat captainess, chef extraordinare) is a very attractive woman.
She has been around the block with online dating sites and was on a “social sabbatical.” Then, she heard about Raya. The exclusive, haughty for hotties-only site. Sadly, thousands of people have been RAYA-jected from the $8.00 a month dating site.
The You Must Have List for memebership is long: You must be hip and hot and have 1000 Instagram followers; a Raya-enrolled friend must “refer” you and no dullards or dotards need apply- you must have an interesting occupation (doctor, tailor, candlestick maker?)
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Cellestte is a photo-GRAPHER
Our Friend Emily went to work and “liked” several hundred more Instagram folks in a matter of hours, and her numbers of followers crept up and well over 2000. Bam! She reached out and touched a lot of people…she was looking for a Raya Royal (aka Raya member.) Within two hours she had tracked down friends of friends: two sisters – both members – both happy to promote her. Double Bam! They gave her ‘scoops and warnings.” The New York Times said Raya rejects 92% of the applicants…fortunately, our Emily is very connected and stunning and driven.
It took time. She threw her head back and laughed when the sisters told her a committeee of 500 would vote her on or off the island. Just like high school: when the Junior and Senior girls (aka Mean Girls) would deem who would be popular.
Haute to Trot…she downloaded the app and away she went to …the farthest thing from a ray a sunshine. Her new friends said – tongue in cheek – Raya is for famous people like Amy Schumer. Didn’t she meet that infamous, moody guy, who went from waiter to chef around Martha’s Vineyard? Who knows?
Emily spent hours cruising…looking…seeking- she kept seeing the word ‘classy.’ Her mother told her, a long time ago, people who use the word – aren’t.
She says she started playing the violin at five, was in the famed Girl’s Choir, studied both opera and ballet one summer -nevermind where….or for how long – it all looked good on paper.
Within days, Emily was seeing a lot of Paris Hilton types…she guessed she was accepted as a novelty…her daddy was also very successful…she said she attended Stanford ( indeed: a summer school class on film) and Punaho Prep in Honolulu – like Obama – (a summer school romp.)
Meat Market or Meet Market? The jury is out and ‘Emily with the razzle dazzle lifestyle’ (certainly not her real name) is treading lightly.
Not one to put all her eggs in one basket…Emily is still on the prowl….