Hook Me up Buttercup

What is up with eharmony lately? The commercial is running oh, 20 times a day. Maybe it is because I have a tummy ache and I have been watching more TV than usual this weekend.

 

The thing that scares me about this site is that people let a computer dictate to them who is their perfect match after one night and six gin and tonics (or other drink of choice) consumed in filling out there 583-page questionnaire. I mean they do boast that 230 some members marry everyday in the US as a result of them being matched on the site. You could be next!!!

 

How stylish you are. Are you thoughtful? Caring? Affectionate? Warm? Intelligent? Do you use bad grammar? You would have to decide how submissive you are. Do you know what monogamy is? What is you church involvement? What if your true answer for some of the 1000+ questions was not an option… then whom do they match you with?

What if you took 3 or more hours of your life and then found out your were unmatchable? Which is ironic since I think one of the questions is “Do you waste time?”

I read somewhere that people come up unmatchable for a few reasons:

• Under 18
• Married
• Divorced too many times
• Trying to “game” the system (Booty calling)
• Answering Questions in inconsistent ways – i.e. if you are too unique you will overload their system
• Gay       

What do those people do head over to Match.com? Log off and get back in bed with their wife? Take their chances on Facebook or some other social site?

 

I was married before and let me tell you it was not all it's cracked up to be there is no fairy tale, no knight in shiny armor. I want to see commercials of Tanyalee and Joshua in a couple months. You know after the honeymoon wears off. Give it a few months and film it when the only type of sex they are having is oral sex via passing each other in the hallway saying “fuck you”.

One Art (Losing) got that mastered!

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster