So last night I finally took that match.com physical attraction test everyone keeps sending around, and according to my report, these dudes are my type:
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I had to take the test three times to get it to stop telling me I like preppy jocks. Yeah, sounds unscientific, but the fact is nearly all of the choices were unattractive because I didn't like their haircuts and I kept having to squint and imagine them with better hair and holding guitars. I picked one guy just because he looked vaguely British and I like British music.
The hardest part of the test was "choose the men you think would be attracted to you." What is that? How do you do that? Pick the ones who look gayest? So then I get to the part that tells me I'm "very picky." It offers this advice: "Let others fight over the "movie stars" and you'll find a more unique guy who can be your own personal "hunk." Um, thank you, but this is just a fun little test that's not to be trusted because of all the bad hair. I'm not going to base my life on it, thank you very much.
I've been told often that my taste in women sucks, so I decided to take the test as if I was a man attracted to women, and my friend Glenn would take it too, and we'd compare scores. For half an hour or so, the room was filled with the sounds of rejection, as Glenn and I took turns unceremoniously dismissing the uglier candidates, clicking their pictures like that game "whack-a-mole" and yelling "gone!" "unattractive!" "ew!" "woof!" It was interesting to see how we differed in our choices.
The best part was when we got to the body shape part where you have to choose between two female bodies, and I insisted that the two we were looking at were absolutely identical, but Glenn saw them as completely different.
The test has infinite possibilities for parody, particularly the part of the test where you see an array of constantly changing photos and you have to click on them as fast as you can to either choose or unchoose them. Off the top of my head, throwing in a few drag queens, mentally challenged adults, michael jackson, jeffrey dahmer, and an animal or two could lead to hilarious results on the report page.
The test just goes way too fast to make good choices - hence my original misdiagnosis as a lover of football-playing fratboys. For the record, it also said that I don't like men over 30, and that I don't like men under 30, so there are some obvious kinks to work out. The biggest problem with the test is that one doesn't choose potential mates based on basic looks. At least girls don't.
The first two times I took the test, I took forever to make choices because I kept trying to read their faces to figure out their personalities, intelligence, taste in music, sense of humor, and politics. Realizing that I couldn't tell those things from a picture, I had to fall back on the only guarantee: a pretty face. So this test doesn't really work. But it sure was fun!
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