"Life boat for one, Please!"

It occurred to me tonight how dating and surviving the sinking of the Titanic might be alike......
Now, before I go any further let me provide this evening's disclaimer: Someone, somewhere is going to say, "That's just awful! People died!" Yea, I know! People die every damn day and that's awful too! So, don't email me saying things like, "My Father's Great Uncle's Niece on his Great Grandmother's side who used to attend church of the Pastor whose mother died with the ship." Like I'm always saying, I don't care!!
Anyway-
Being single is like being in a life boat AFTER the Titanic has already gone down. Except everyone has their own little life boat and we're all just out there floating around. Occasionally, you will come along another survivor treading water. As you pull your little dingy along side them you offer them a spot with you BUT only if they fit certain criteria. Age, weight, hair color, eye color, children/no children, fiscal responsibility, likes, dislikes, political views, favorite foods, 401k, hobbies. And then it happens.......as you are conducting your dingy side interview they give a wrong answer. You pull out your bullhorn and scream,"SWIM AWAY FROM THE LIFE BOAT, SIR" because somehow as the ship went down you managed to find one and grab it for safe keeping! (Yea, I know there weren't actually bullhorns on the Titanic, but there were in this scenario! Don't email me with that one either!) Maybe it wasn't a wrong answer per say, but it's not enough to earn them a dry spot on your boat. For instance, with me in particular, I find it a good thing when a suitor (that's just a funny word to me) takes an interest in my interests or what I do. The last guy I had an interest in said, "No, I don't read your blog. I hate reading." O.o
KEEP ON SWIMMIN MUTHA F*&%$ !!!! Try the chic in the boat behind me!!! Damn, it's lonely out in the ocean!!!!