Love + Sex w/ Robots

Swiped this from Freakonomics. I really miss cable. Anyway, David Levy (not to be confused with Dahved ‘Rockin’ You’ Levy) was on Stephen Colbert discussing his book style="font-style:italic;">“Love and Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Relationships.” He predicts in about 5 years, humans will be having emotional and sexual relations with AI. It made me think of this ShojoBeat manga about a company who manufactures droids for hire as, well, the perfect mates, hence the title.

There just might be a Night Tenjo in my future for real…

Science of Dating = Science of Self

I just read an article in the New York Times titled Hitting It Off, Thanks to the Algorithms of Love. After all the talk of qualitative methods and psychometric data compilations, it all came down to this: people fare far better using a site that picks matches for them as opposed to sites that allow you to view profiles and pick them yourself. Makes sense. My mother always says ‘be careful what you wish for, you just might get it’ and I’ve learned over and over again that is one of the truest clichés I’ve ever heard. That was easy to understand. The difficult part was the epiphany I came to shortly after wondering aloud why I never have used, nor have any intention of using, those sites. I came to the realization that I might be too afraid to acknowledge who I really am to find love. I mean, what if they match me with someone who’s a real jerk? Or an ecclesiastical conservative Republican? Or a woman?! We all have these idealized (read: Photoshopped) visions of who we are but what if, in having someone find compatible matches for us, we discover we’ve airbrushed ourselves a little too much and not only do we not know what we want, we don’t know who we are? The truth is always difficult to grasp for a myriad of reasons, not the least of which is that it can suck, like really, really, really suck. As in after almost 8 years NOW they wanna come to their senses suck?! And who wants to be depressed? Not I. Therefore I will continue to believe that I’m a heterosexual, liberal, adventurous, logical and kind person who is imaginative, philosophically flexible and a critical thinker.

And tonight’s movie-before-bedtime will be A Scene at the Sea. Again.

I Kid You Not (or reasons NOT to be a member of an online dating site)

This message (poem) came from a guy named ‘Marvin’ (A.K.A. 'Boey2005 from

Miami’)

WHERE WAS YOU

1.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN I COULDN'T STOP THANKIN ABOUT YOU?

2.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN I WAKE UP AND YOUR NOT THERE?

3.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN I CAME HOME AND NEEDED YOUR TOUCH?

4.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN ALL I NEEDED WAS TO LOOK INTO YOUR EYES?

5.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN, I NEEDED THAT WET KISS, THAT SWEETNESS.?

6.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN, YOU PROMISE ME THREE LIFE TIME OF YOU AND ME?

7.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN, I NEED THAT RIDE IN THE RAIN, JUST TO READ TO

YOU?

8.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN, I CRYED ALL BECUZ I SEE YOUR FACE WHEN I CLOSE MY

EYES?

9.....WHERE WAS YOU, WHEN, I TOUCH MY HEART, HOPING TO FEEL YOU?

10...WHERE ARE YOU, NOW THAT I PRAY TO THE LORD FOR YOU.?

It's hard out here for a pimp...tress

A friend of mine called to tell me of the drama she is experiencing with a guy that would otherwise not even be an option if not for the dearth of "dateable," and I use that non-term loosely and circumstantially, options available. To sum it up, he is starting to give her the cold shoulder and, as most always is the case, for no apparent reason. Her ending statement summed it up: "How do you stutter AND have a small d!ck and still have the nerve to try and play me? I'm fabulous!" While I can't vouch for the former, I can vouch for the latter - she is pretty fabulous. So why be concerned with a stuttering, small d!ck dude in the first place? Well it's one of those can't live with 'em, can't live without some every once in a while type situations. But why, as we get older, get more settled in our careers, advance our education, are we all too often settling for guys that don't deserve the time of day? I mean we could go back and forth with the baby-momma-drama, bi-sexual, love themselves more than anyone else could reasons but really? What happens to our self-esteem that we put ourselves through it? Questions, commentary? Feel free to leave it at the beep...

BEEP!

Online Dating

Regular dating as in randomly meeting men at supermarkets, movies, parties and through friends etc have not been working so I figured what the hell why not try online dating. What exactly do I have to loose? Nothing! Or so I thought because so far I can say that it has been an absolute waste of my time and money. I have gotten a few dates but nothing to get all happy about but the thing that’s crazy is the emails I have gotten. I mean I knew men can be distasteful, however men online are down right ridiculous. It seems hiding behind a year old picture has given them the confidence to be blunt, rude and just blasted… yes I said blasted… BOLD!

But so far I have just ignored and moved on to the next. However I seem to have a stalker from www.interracialmatch.com. For the life of me I do no understand why you would post yourself online and not post a picture. However this one man has continuously emailed me requesting that I email him so he can send me a picture. Well my thought is… if you have to hide your picture …you are either married, a liar, ugly or just someone that I do not need to get mixed up with. I mean he could very well be a nice guy but the continuous emails with no picture are just crazy. As a last attempt to get my attention the following was the last email I got on 1/3/08:

Sunshine _ _ _ _ wrote:

I know that I am writing a lot and I hope that you do not think I am weird. But each time I lay my eyes upon your profile I am hopeful that I will be able to speak with you. You are beautiful and seem to be endowed with all that I would like to spend time with. I realize that I do not have a picture posted and I would be glad to send you one directly. My direct email address is _ _ _ _ _ _ _now2000 at yahoo. Here is a poem I wrote today:

Resting in dark corner of a widow less room
Standing firm in defiance of the obscurity that seems to engulf my every thoughts
A glimpse of light appears
Streaming hope
Beaming warmth
Envisioning her rays covering me
Defeating the cancerous descend into oblivion
Rising above the atrocities of my heart
Rooting out my inner desires
One by one
Into a new order of tranquility
While teasing me with what tomorrow should be?
I would really like to speak to you.


How exactly so I respond to this…faceless man?