With the events of the past couple of months a lot of time has been spent discussing the family tree. It occurs to me that God has chosen my immediate family line for extinction. There are many reasons I came to this conclusion, most of which I will not discuss here.
Being bored the other day, as I so often am, I took a little test on Yahoo. I’m not entirely sure what the point was but the results were: I’d fall in love with well over one-third of the women I meet while they held little or no interest in me, something around a quarter of the women I meet would fall in love with me while I held little or no interest in them, and only four percent of the women I meet would find a mutual attraction.
Those are pretty damned bad odds regardless of who you are. For someone like myself who cannot be bothered with the vast majority of wasted humanity they’re nigh unsurmountable. Quick calculations will lead you to realize one in every twenty-five women would be as interested in me as I am in them. Given a track record of approximately one new acquaintance every two to two and one half years over the past ten years I’ve only got to wait forty more years to find all twenty-five and have half a decent prospect.
Either I’ve got to get out more or my original theory was right: Natural selection is a bitch.