“It’s hard finding the perfect woman,” my friend Jack said to me.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Do you want to borrow my copy of Poison Ivy: The New Seduction?”
“No, no, we all know why you never answer the phone when My Name Is Earl is on TV. You went three hours early to get tickets for DOA
the day it opened and ended up being the only person in the whole theater. I mean finding the perfect woman for me is difficult. I am always excited when things get going but then I find some annoying flaw.”
“I understand completely,” I said, though in truth I did not. It’s well known that the line of perfect women waiting to date scientists is so long it can be seen from space. “Have you ever written down the qualities you want, or are you more the type who likes a lot of qualities and will enjoy any girl who is exceptional in one of them?”
“I think I am that second one,” he said. “I don’t want to be elitist.”
“No, setting your standard high and settling for less only by necessity would be too easy, I agree,” I said. “Let’s take the scientific approach. I have all of the women I can think of in the handy Cashitude 8500 laptop. We can create a regression algorithm that will help you converge on the perfect one.”
Off to the lab we went.























