The Great Depression

There was an article in the Gazette on the weekend about how memberships in on-line dating sites are up a lot since the beginning of the recession.

Man cannot live on overpriced food and wine alone.

So, seeing as how I am on the cusp of the post-Kumar world, I thought I would check out one of the sites listed in the article. I registered and came to one (or maybe more than one) conclusion:

The recession has taken a toll on men’s faces. Really. If these are the best photos these guys have of themselves, times are tough indeed.

I immediately cancelled my registration. There’s gotta be a better way to go about things. Call me shallow because I have a problem with a middle-aged guy who thinks the best possible image to project of himself is one where he is wearing a trucker’s cap. Come on, guys, you can do better. No?

I fear that I am now spoiled. I don’t foresee finding another attractive man who is happy to snuggle while discussing the pros and cons of India having a permanent seat on the UN Security Council or US goals in the Afghan/Pakistan border region. (Geopolitical nerd heaven that was, let me tell you.) But no, I am in no danger of idealizing Kumar now that he is near-history. His faults, and they are myriad, are still fresh in my mind. As fresh as an overpriced six-pack of English muffins which now go for $2.59. $2.59! Can you believe it? Yep, I’m still mad about the grocery thing. And I’m out of wine.