And that is the kind of thing emotions are likely to do to you. Is it any wonder then, my loves, that I prefer being as unemotional as possible? Someday, when I'm all grown up (behave, Deepak) and I need to find a man for myself (because women, unfortunately, just won't do) I'm going to go about it in the most unemotional way I can find. I'm going to go to the place where they sell men-to-marry, and I'm going to pick one out. I'll try him on for size, and check carefully to make sure he doesn't have any other, err, entanglements here and there. I'll see if he does anything for my skin color, and I'll ensure that he compliments my otherwise stunning ensemble. I'll push-and-pull him around a little bit to make sure he's resilient (nobody wants to purchase a product that breaks easily, too much waste of time and money). I'll look around me to see if anyone else is wearing him too (exclusivity, as we all know, is integral) and if no one else lays claim to him, and I'm satisfied that he's better than all the other options, I'll just take him home with me.
Simple solutions, are usually the most efficient. Haina?