cliche's

I am always up in arms over what feeling it is I should feel when I realize that I am sitting on a computer virtually picking and choosing between which female's I would like to meet; and this process is done by looking at nothing more than a photograph of the individual. With nothing but their age, location, and photo, I spin the wheel of fate and click either: "'Yes,' 'Maybe,' or 'No.'

Now, thinking beyond the burning question of the sociological implications this method of mating will have on our society, I am overwhelmed with the burden of guilt. Guilt that I am judging based on a brief glimpse of a photograph; but worse yet, I am stuffing my face with food while deciding rather or not that certain woman is, 'attractive.'

I feel like I should have pimples, acne, greasy (er) hair, live in my mothers basement, on a computer, and be overweight.