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Mobile Meathook

There is more than one message in the grim meathook future article - most of it depressing. This bit about the future of cell phones reminded me of someone I knew briefly. Let's call him M.

"They want to make cell phones that can scan your personal measurements and send them real-time to potential sex partners. Because, you know, the fucking Japanese teenagers love it, and Japanese teenagers are clearly the smartest people on the planet."

M has been single and mingling for the last three years and says many relationships did not work out because women wore contoured clothing. When miracle bra, leg firming pantyhose and butt flattering Diesel jeans came off what he saw was farthest from what he had imagined.

Having come thus far intimacy would follow more out of pity than from desire. To M's credit he said he would totally understand it if the woman felt the same about him and did not want to touch him with a ten foot pole. That was her prerogative.

However, being a man he felt he would be demeaning a woman if he rejected her for how her body looked. Needless to say the dissonance was strong enough to end the relationship after that encounter.

I'm not sure a real time scan via cell phone would have helped M. Technology would have to beef up to give him the "real" measures. Maybe the bar-code tattoo will have the lowdown and the trend will catch on.

Comments

Anonymous said…
crossings..
i think that, if given a choice, the physicality of a person is very important to an individual..maybe we are more compassionate or kind if the mental union is sparked off first..what do u think?

:)
river
Heartcrossings said…
I can't say M is totally in the wrong. Any delusion or misrepresentation does not bode well for the future of a relationship. Contoured clothing is deception after a fashion.

The problem with his heuristic is that he will go through many encounters that will leave him similarly disappointed because he is unable to make the mental bond without having first established the phyiscal dimensions are indeed what he thinks they are.

He is too scared to invest emotionally only to be disappointed physically. Yet, not having invested emotionally, a body is just that and no more. Explains why he has so much going for him and is still single - three years of looking later :-)

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