The Anti-Trophy Wife
Funny thing I noticed as I was traveling the country interviewing those 527 naked men. I found a small pool of medium profile men who chose to bed and marry women who were not the prototype Trophy Wife - they were The Anti-Trophy Wives.
These guys appeared to run in the opposite direction of their contemporaries. Their wives were dumpy, frumpy gals. When I poked into their male-minds, I discovered two separate thought engines.
50% of the guys chose women who weren't into bling, boobs and lifts - purely as a way of positioning themselves outside the pack. The other half of the men - when they finally let their balding hairs down - confessed to a fear of the challenge of holding onto a public-stunner and the added fear of losing her to a wealthier man. These guys knew what attracted the trophies ... and how you find them is how you lose them.
I was reminded of one interviewee. A pompous jerk who fancied himself a "Captain of Industry" ...
As he rose in the business world, putting three hundred million under his belt, he left his first wife who was an attractive lady and the mother of his kids. He took up with and subsequently married a woman who had a body like a bottle of poison: small head, no shoulders and a wide, wide rump. She also had the disposition of a rattlesnake. When I peeled away the outside layer of his brain, he spilled the beans. "I don't have to worry about her running off with any of my competitors. No one else will have her."
You can take some of the boys out of the locker room and put 'em in a private jet and they'll still remain addicted to/afraid of competition.
With Love & Laughter!