I am sure the word "shallow" will come up about me as a result of this post, but truth can be brutal.  I live near the beach.  The currency of the beach is physical appearance.  Looks wise on a scale from "A" to "F,"  I am about a "B."  Looks wise, I know what I can get in the sack, and what I can't.  Nothing irritates me more in a bar than a "C" who will not leave me alone.  We are all adults, and we should be realistic about what we can get.  If you are a "C" and want an "A" head down to the hustlers and buy it.  You will save time, avoid a lot of pain, and get what you want.
Now, when I am not cruising, and was out shopping for a partner, my set of standards were completely different, looks and sexual activity were lower down the laddar.  My priorities boiled down to someone I could enjoy from day to day.  I wanted someone I can count on when I get older.  I have been ten years with the same guy, and could not be happier.  As it turned out he is also a "B."  However, he is a caregiver for developmentally disabled people by career choice.  When you spend as much time with the developmentally disabled as we do, your whole perspective comes into focus.  However, this does not mean I won't go home with a guy bercause I like the face and basket.  Say what you will, but my perspective is realistic, and I feel sorry for those who do not have their priorities in line.  The bars are filled with guys who age alone unhappily.  If you are realistic, and understand your own 
limitations honestly, you can win the marriage game.