ABOUT A YEAR AGO, when I was hanging out at a bar after work, talking about dating—the swipes, the winks, awkward IRL meetups, and, in my case, a message from a swinger who wanted me to help him with a woodworking project in his garage while his kids were at school—a friend brought up a new site called the League. “There’s a wait list,” she said. “I want to get on it.” ¶ The League, for the uninitiated, is the ivy-covered country club of dating apps, designed for people who are “too popular as it is.” There’s a rigorous screening process—“We do all that dirty work for you”—that takes into account where your diplomas come from, the prestige of your titles, and, crucially, your influence on social media. Two months…
