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Friday, June the 22nd, 2007

I’m uncertain if this stems from something primal—like a hunting instinct instilled deep within—but I noticed something earlier today that startled me. Perhaps the fact that I hadn’t realised it earlier was the source of my surprise, but that doesn’t matter.

It turns out, when I’m observing a woman and I’m gauging whether to approach her—you know, to woo (con) her into being my life partner—I don’t just go by how visually-attractive I find her. No, I’m constantly trying to gauge how vulnerable she appears to be; as if I were trying to pick out the wounded gazelle in the bunch, or something.

Perhaps a concrete example will do a better job of clarifying what I’m talking about here.

You see that timorous woman walking-by trying to hide her face because of a sudden case of acne? Bingo! It’s she that my internal meter will start screaming that I pounce on; not her über-glamorous friend walking beside her. Her’s is obviously a trivial, easily-treatable condition and it’s clear she’s super-cute just underneath. Plus, now with her “condition rendering her weaker,” what better a time to pounce?

It’s startling to realise that even your gut instincts require you to avoid the hot people in the room, favouring instead the easiest attainable.

I don’t know whether to rush out screaming “Eureka,” or sit in my corner and cry.

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