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Thursday, March 15, 2007
Survival of the Fit
In the dating jungle of New York City, we the single people are the animals. Starving animals. It's Darwinism at its best, and those of us who don't search for food will starve, and some of us can get pretty hungry.
The hunters are the kings of the kingdom. These carnivores hunt with a preciseness and the best of them, know how to become prey to attract that really good dish. They walk into a bar and within minutes find exactly what they want and move in for the kill. Now of course, their are varying degrees on the food chain, but it all irons out.
Then there are the monkeys and primates. These are the goofy ones, looking to have fun and sometimes on chance, finding a little time to mate. They travel with their monkey friends and take care of each other. These are the people who are generally happy, but if you piss them off, expect to see the shit fly.
The grazers are the people who go about the single world finding what ever food they can, and unfortunately eat solo, but the minute they sense a hunter in the area...they head for the hills, running as fast as they can. Sadly they haven't realized that sometimes...it's fun to get eaten.
And lastly...we've got the parasitic vultures. The animals that feed off the carcases of the single people suffering from a breakup. They swoop in and will pick at the remaining meat, only to siphon the life force from the meal. If you see vultures...it's time to go into hibernation.
For the most part, the animals stick to their own kind (Hunters to hunters, primates to primates, etc.). Now we've all heard that opposites do attract, but is it possible to sustain a relationship between a hunter and a grazer? Can say...a really shy guy and an extrovert with completely different values and upbringings work it out in this dating jungle, or is it doomed to be a feast...followed by a famine? Is a relationship like this going to be a meal, or just a snack? Is their any possibility of cross breeding between the species?
Patrick - 9:13 AM
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