I obviously have no idea what their requirements are now. Haven't been invited to anything up there (or anywhere) in quite a while.But since when does sexy, sassy, friendly and enterprise-minded not make the cut? Rhetorical question...You do you. Let 'em eat cake...
According to the multiverse theory there exists an alternate universe where I have the body of a Greek god, I'm filthy rich, have a magnetic personality, and women adore me for more than an hour at a time. I must find that universe, go there, kill that guy and take his place.