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I was talking to a friend online, who basically told me she expected the man to pay for all the dates. Her reasoning? That was apparently the role of a man - to pay for dinner etc., be “the man” outside, and that was just how she was raised. In return, she’d buy fine wines etc. and entertain at home …

I can’t quite begin to quite comprehend this state of affairs - on the very few dates I’ve had, I’ve paid for one, she’s paid for another date etc. — not quite equal but equal enough. Then again, I patently haven’t had many dates…

What do you think?

The basic idea is that you all congregate and literally eat dinner in the dark, and try to get to know each other merely by sound, conversation, and “vibe”. It’s coming to Cardiff, it sounds extremely tempting - but the miser in me wants to shout FORTY FIVE BLOODY QUID ?!!!

From a BBC South East Wales Talking Point on “Teen Mams” - “I now have four kids all with different fathers and I’ve just turned 18. … I have a new boyfrriend now and we are planning to have a child together when he gets out of jail.”

Either it’s a spoof, or someone else is sucking up my sexual mojo!

at least according to Match.com and their “scientific” test (needs Flash)

Which perversely seemed to mostly consist of taking standard photos of women in all shapes and sizes, and then swapping hair, eyes, noses, glasses etc. all around to determine what the ideal “type” is. Of course, the net effect is that some of the faces just didn’t fit right, which meant they didn’t get clicked on. Still, it’s an interesting example of computers manipulating graphics on the fly without any human input - and how they botch it up.

But alas, the woman in the photo is quite cute, if disturbingly mumsy. I half expect her to say that she’ll make me sandwiches and meet me after school for football practice.

As for what the computer concluded I liked, they said I liked “fiery redheads” (as if you can spot a fiery person from a dull photograph) and “pixies”. And then proceed to recommend that I should chat up some women from match.com - who are, I suppose, redheads but mostly over 45 and generally repulsive. And I’m sure they’d adore me.

There’s nothing like a computer telling you that you’re weird to reassure you that you’re in the right society. “Interestingly, a lot of the features you liked are not especially popular. They’re not what usually defines ‘mainstream’ attractiveness for women. ”

Plus, only “about 18% are attracted to the same types you are” - which means I only need to fight off 18% of the single male populace. Erm….

I’ll tell you about the personality test some other time. Fortunately, yes, Scientology ™ be damned, I have one.

Jerky Treat rants and raves about the kind of people who tend to be attracted to her. Japantics, who think their comedy schtick (that worked so well in a foreign land) will work equally well on an Asian-American. I hesitate to say “Go, sister!” (since she’s not my sister, and I’m not on Jerry Springer) but … Go, sister!