Intelligent Life

I’m about over the delusions of my youth. One was that I bought into that intelligent life thing. Humans are brilliant. We split the atom. Eradicated major diseases. Conquered space travel. Developed the M&M so chocolate doesn’t melt in your hand. We’re pushing a score of 10 on the brain scale. The fallacy is in attributing the exceptions to the whole. And on the whole, my rating has plummeted to a two, with one being dumber than a bag of hair. My latest confirmation came this week when I received a friend request on FB from an attractive young lady, clad in a tube top that was imprinted with a suggestive phrase. I accepted because, by and large, these inquiries from unknowns are from other paddlers. And, one can always use a network for intelligence about local conditions. Shortly after accepting the request, I received a message from her. It said my photos were fabulous and I appeared to be in the condition of a star athlete. Both of these are credible since I travel to some exotic places and adhere to a strict diet of pasta and fermented grain. She included her phone number so we could talk and get to know each other. Yeah, like that’s going to happen. I go to my FB page to assess my profile photo for just how stupid I might appear. Not long after, I see a few alerts (or whatever they’re called) about some other men liking or commenting on her picture (assuming it’s even her), essentially fawning all over her to curry favor. Are you kidding me? Granted, guys attain a special level of stupid in these matters. But, are they really looking at her and then their own photos and information, concluding, “Yeah, she’s into me bigtime?” At least make her set the hook. Don’t jam it through your own cheek. The rating is creeping below one.