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Meric, Treibel and their dedicated team of Harvard-grad lackeys do all the work for their clients: there are no databases to peruse, no sketchy emails from [email protected] Nathan

That says a lot about the sorts of people involved in this Ivy-League-Yenta trading-card game: not only are they very choosy about college sweatshirts, but they’re also quite keen on dental health care and 401(k)s. Hey, there’s no way we’re getting dental in this line of work–where do we sign up?

It’s a balmy night in Manhattan’s financial district, and at a sports bar called Stout, everyone is Tindering.

So when the Writer Frank Bruni quoted a Stanford administrator who supposedly said, "We had exceptional applicants, yes, but not a single student we couldn't live without...

In the stack of applications that I reviewed, I didn't see gold medalists from the last Olympics — Summer or Winter Games — and while there was a 17-year-old who'd performed surgery, it wasn't open-heart or a transplant or anything like that. or Duke after taking a gap year to "regain her confidence," and suggested that Brown University might consider giving next year's applicants "the option of submitting, in lieu of several essays, one haiku an done original recipe using organic kale."Totally ridiculous? But unless you read closely, you might not have realized the entire story . An editor at the Huffington Post reported he received several emails from publicists, offering interviews with college admissions consultants about Stanford's non-existent acceptance rate.

She'll thrive at Yale."The also supposedly talked to 18-year-old Alissa Parker, a Stanford hopeful who planned to attend M. Reportedly, none of the publicists appeared to realize the article was a joke.

And some lucky students who actually got into Stanford were worried about the status of their admission."There has been confusion among the public, parents of students who were admitted, and even some high schools who had students admitted," Stanford spokeswoman Lisa Lapin told the Huffington Post.

Ivy Date was founded by two graduates of Harvard Business School, which–given that school’s sheer abundance of white-collared yuppies with 0 glasses and ,000 laptops and ten cents of common sense and zero percent compounded interest in the sex department–frankly surprises no one.

Beri Meric & Philipp Triebel, both former investment bankers (which also explains a lot), have thrown themselves into the business of Your Sad Pathetic Love Life with a blessed fervor characteristic of coked-up, laid-off wheeler-dealer types.

You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day—the sample size is so much larger. Crew; senior at Parsons; junior at Pace; works in finance …

It’s setting up two or three Tinder dates a week and, chances are, sleeping with all of them, so you could rack up 100 girls you’ve slept with in a year.”He says that he himself has slept with five different women he met on Tinder—“Tinderellas,” the guys call them—in the last eight days. ”“We don’t know what the girls are like,” Marty says.“And they don’t know us,” says Alex.

Long before Andrew Lohse became a pariah at Dartmouth College, he was just another scarily accomplished teenager with lofty ambitions.

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