Math Homework
My horoscope today made me chuckle:
“The spark of romance finds you yet again, but this time, there is no way you can get burned. The Cancer or Leo you meet has a true and beautiful heart. Share your love.”
First, I’m not one to go out of my way to read the horrorscopes. It just happened to be opposite the comics today, and I find myself addicted to Pearls Before Swine. Sad part was that my horoscope was funnier than 75% of the comics. I may have to read it again tomorrow.
Second, as I write this, it’s 4:30pm, and I haven’t met a single soul yet (or a single girl, for that matter). And looking at tonight’s agenda which consists of going home and prepping for tomorrow’s lecture, I don’t think the chances of this amounting to much are very good (odds in Vegas of me getting married—like, ever—are somewhere around 75 or 100:1; in normal people speak, its slightly better than gas prices coming down and slightly worse than hell freezing over). Expect an update tomorrow or Thursday if/when I get a chance.
Third, why is it that people always say “You’ll find that special someone when you least expect it”? That’s equating finding a mate to hitting your thumb with a hammer or any other chance accident where somebody could find him or herself in a world of pain. Course, it also means it’s equated with good stuff winning the lottery or finding change in the couch cushions. And, economically speaking, two household incomes should theoretically do better than one household income (put kids into that equation, though, and you’re screwed).
Point, though, is that it’s difficult for me—a reason-based, logically-thinking (okay, most of the time), research-and-report kinda guy—to grasp the whole mate finding thing as purely a crap shoot. AM’s favorite people want to say that there’s a formula or method to go about it, and I have a tendency to believe them. Granted, I may not believe that their method or formula works, mind you, I just think that there has exists in the world an equation that makes love a calculated process and not a random occurrence.
For a com scholar who didn’t take math, it may be a bit difficult to figure out, but y’all sure as heck know I’m gonna try.
posted by Samalama Dingdong @ 16:11
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3 Comments:
ok dude. i know math. have a degree that sez so.
and, knowing probability like the back of my hand, your chances of getting a date are near impossible until you actually ask someone out.
btw, we know a lady we might set you up with, if you're interested. just don't ruin it.
have you ever seen the movie hitch? perhaps that's the kind of help you need.
From a former coworker...you sound like I used to, lo these many years ago. I was moaning and groaning about not having a girl/date/fiancee, but I'd never ask anyone out. Too afraid of rejection, I guess. I didn't have a Hitch-like mentor, but I did have friends, and matchmaking worked. I'd suggest you, as a mathematically-challenged inviddual, allow that mathematically-gifted individual to fix you up :D.
get yer groove back, stella.
you're bummin' me out, man.
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