Wednesday, June 20, 2007

A Marxist Paradox

One of my problems with women is that I'm a victim of a Marxist paradox (Groucho, not Karl): I wouldn't want to go out with any woman who would be willing to go out with me. I don't smoke or drink which puts me at odds with most of my current socioeconomic class. I'm not a Christian which puts me at odds with the rest. On the other hand, women able to appreciate my intellectual ability aren't going to settle for a broke loser like me.

I'm what amounts to a fixer-upper. The problem with that is that women who would be willing to settle for the before me aren't going to appreciate the after me. Women who would be willing to be involved with the real me aren't going to settle for the current me in the hopes of performing a miracle.

1 comment:

MK said...

The "Groucho, not Karl" bit amused me a great deal.

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