Why not?
No seriously, people are saying don't do that, but I haven't seen a good reason why not to.
I'm not saying you need to be an a$$hole about it, but if you want certain standards, why not save your time and resources for someone who measures up?
Do you feel like a better person than someone else because you choose to be with people who don't measure up to your standards?
And the last part of love and relationships being a privilege not a right has nothing to do with anything i'm saying. If I have high standards, and I never meet someone with those standards who wants to be with me, I'll gladly take my L.
This whole thread is just people trying to make themselves feel better for not being shallow
EDIT: Let me put it this way, if a girl says to me I don't meet her standards, i'm cool with that. I dont get offended because I understand where she's coming from. I don't think she's a bad person or that she's shallow. I think she is better than 99% of people because she knows what she wants.
I think the strongest point is that you may reject people for petty asinine reasons only to end up alone or having to settle for someone you really do not feel, but you are afraid of being alone. A lot of people will reject someone only to look back later in life and wish they would have given that person a chance. This reminds me of a children poem I once read by Shel Silverstein
"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of Mary Hume
At her seventh birthday party,
Looking 'round the ribboned room.
"This tablecloth is
pink not
white--
Almost perfect... but not quite."
"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of grown-up Mary
Talking about her handsome beau,
The one she wasn't gonna marry.
"Squeezes me a bit too tight--
Almost perfect... but not quite."
"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of ol' Miss Hume
Teaching in the seventh grade,
Grading papers in the gloom
Late at night up in her room.
"They never cross their t's just right--
Almost perfect... but not quite."
Ninety-eight the day she died
Complainin' 'bout the spotless floor.
People shook their heads and sighed,
"Guess that she'll like heaven more."
Up went her soul on feathered wings,
Out the door, up out of sight.
Another voice from heaven came--
"Almost perfect... but not quite."