Delete your income. Money shouldn’t matter in relationships, but it does. Say you and I met at a party or other social gathering (possible, since I grew up in New Albany, and have got tons of family all over Columbus), based on the information in your profile, I’d say that you and I could probably have some enjoyable conversations (though, I’d most likely be struck dumb by your beauty and be reduced to saying things like, “Duh, yeah, just passin’ by, duh.”) I wouldn’t for a moment think anything about how much money you made, and if we did hit it off, it’d never be an “issue.”
However, when I looked at your profile, I noticed how much money you made, and immediately filed you under “out of my league.” Why? Because I don’t make nearly as much money as you do, so I couldn’t afford to take you to the kinds of places you’re used to going to, I couldn’t simply take-off on a week’s vacation with you if I wanted to (have to think how much the trip was going to cost, and if I could afford to eat, etc. etc.), couldn’t afford to buy you baubles that might impress you. Now, you might not have a problem picking up the tab for dinner, or you might have the connections I need to get a better paying job that I’m qualified for, but don’t know about, of course, I’d never know because I won’t bother to respond to your ad. Utterly foolish of me, I admit, but there you have it.
I’d be willing to bet that there’s a lot of other guys out there who feel the same way. It’s not that we’re ashamed of how little we make, it’s just that we don’t want to be a drain on your resources, whereas if we met you without ever having known how much money you make, we’d never think twice about the disparity in our incomes.
(In fact, the issue of your income being greater than mine is so deeply ingrained into me, that I didn’t even realize at first that it was the thing which kicked you out of my “possibilities” list. The fact that I’m 35, 450 miles away, and that you’re stunningly beautiful, didn’t strike me as “deal killers.” It’s all about the Benjamins, as they say.)