Add me to your table, ladies. I am 52 years old, single, and financially secure. I am not going to date someone who is not in my socioeconomic status and who doesn't at least hold themself to some sort of standard regardless of their income. I've worked my butt off my whole life, since my early 20s having me and me alone to rely on -- everything I did I did by myself for myself, because I had no other option.
I want someone who is going to take care of me a little bit -- not someone I have to support or mother, or someone who is going to try to put something over on me because he thinks he can because he has money and/or charm. Sorry son, that does not make you special.
I did briefly date someone who "USED" to have money but went through an extended divorce and basically has nothing. He has a job but not one that was comparable to mine financially. He had also just moved to the area and the place he was renting was run-down ratchet. He could have found something nicer for what he was paying but it became clear very early on that he didn't care very much about his surroundings. His car(s) are older, which is fine, but they were messy and dirty -- which is not fine -- there is nothing wrong with an older car, but take care of your shit! And all he would talk about was what he used to have. How about leave that in the past where it belongs and do what you need to do now to get it back in some way? He would talk about how much he didn't like the job and only took it to be able to move to the area but was he sending out resumes or looking for another job? No. Just going on about how much he used to make and how much better of a job he used to have.
More and more he would ask, "does it bother you that . . . " (this house is the way it is, that my car is old, etc.) and didn't like my honest answer. I didn't like staying at his house or taking his car anywhere, and when he asked, I answered him honestly -- why yes your house does bother me and I would prefer you come to my much nicer house that is well taken care of and that I own all by my lil' ol' self. Or that I would prefer to drive wherever we were going. And you can dress casual and still look very well put together. He dressed casual and looked sloppy.
Apparently all of this makes me a snob.
If having standards and expectations makes me a snob, then you know what? Raise a glass ladies, because I am a snob, and damn proud of it.