Maxx is a jerk, and got me ridiculously addicted to OKCupid.
You take a Little clicky web test and then they profile you in terms of relationships in a way that is infuriatingly accurate and intimate.
Then, to make matters worse, they use that and other simple, honest questions, combined with an amazingly simple and ingenius process which relies on the cold, undeniable truth of math and computers to match you up with people based on and dependent on all kinds of little buttons which you and said other people pushed or didn't push.
You can then choose to answer additional interesting little questions one at a time, and with each answer they get more and more and more little snippits of information about you which they can use to be more and more and more accurate about matching you scientifically with other people. The more questions you've answered, the more well the site claims to know you, making you trust in it's decisions regarding you and other people it claims to know very well. Needless to say, answering questions becomes a compulsory, obsessive pasttime, with an addictive quality which is only worsened with the hypothetical promise of actual fruitful outcome from it's results.
Then, because it's evil, it lists all the cute, interesting and desirable people that by all means of science and psychology should get along with you quite well, and in fact maybe even enjoy dating/sleeping with you, but they won't because you're just some wierd loser guy on a website.
The problem, of course, is that no one really wants to trust all this science to believe that the super-incredibly cute blonde dykey-short haired quirky illustrator/animator girl from Brooklyn would want to have anything to do with me, so it all goes to waste. Or at least that's the way it goes in my head.
If only I could try and convince said girl that she should give in to the wisdom of the cold, hearltess science and accept that she is likely to be in love with me, then perhaps all of this would be worth more than the anguish it presents.
As it stands now, however, it is simply a bright pink tongue being stuck out at me across the internet saying "see? cute cool girls are totally attainable for you, in fact, you're like 81% likely to be the perfect match for each other, but she's in brooklyn and you're in LA and she's cute and you're not, so eat it, loser!"
Sigh. I'm willing to admit that this is more my sociological problem than pretty much anything else, but damn it, I wish I had never found this monstrous tecnological beast of limitless potential and endless awkardness in regards to me and cute internet girls.
-Stupid Maxx. jerk.
Dave
You take a Little clicky web test and then they profile you in terms of relationships in a way that is infuriatingly accurate and intimate.
Then, to make matters worse, they use that and other simple, honest questions, combined with an amazingly simple and ingenius process which relies on the cold, undeniable truth of math and computers to match you up with people based on and dependent on all kinds of little buttons which you and said other people pushed or didn't push.
You can then choose to answer additional interesting little questions one at a time, and with each answer they get more and more and more little snippits of information about you which they can use to be more and more and more accurate about matching you scientifically with other people. The more questions you've answered, the more well the site claims to know you, making you trust in it's decisions regarding you and other people it claims to know very well. Needless to say, answering questions becomes a compulsory, obsessive pasttime, with an addictive quality which is only worsened with the hypothetical promise of actual fruitful outcome from it's results.
Then, because it's evil, it lists all the cute, interesting and desirable people that by all means of science and psychology should get along with you quite well, and in fact maybe even enjoy dating/sleeping with you, but they won't because you're just some wierd loser guy on a website.
The problem, of course, is that no one really wants to trust all this science to believe that the super-incredibly cute blonde dykey-short haired quirky illustrator/animator girl from Brooklyn would want to have anything to do with me, so it all goes to waste. Or at least that's the way it goes in my head.
If only I could try and convince said girl that she should give in to the wisdom of the cold, hearltess science and accept that she is likely to be in love with me, then perhaps all of this would be worth more than the anguish it presents.
As it stands now, however, it is simply a bright pink tongue being stuck out at me across the internet saying "see? cute cool girls are totally attainable for you, in fact, you're like 81% likely to be the perfect match for each other, but she's in brooklyn and you're in LA and she's cute and you're not, so eat it, loser!"
Sigh. I'm willing to admit that this is more my sociological problem than pretty much anything else, but damn it, I wish I had never found this monstrous tecnological beast of limitless potential and endless awkardness in regards to me and cute internet girls.
-Stupid Maxx. jerk.
Dave
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