An Observation on Love in the 21st Century

No woman was ever cherished by her vibrator.

Further Observations, A Week Later

My aim in the statement above was to note with the brevity of aphorism the distinct difference between simple sexual satisfaction and the inescapably human dynamic of affection. Having made it, I moved on to what I thought were weightier comments.

Interestingly I received (as usual) no comments. However, when I later tested the blog stats (number of pageviews, origins, and audience) I was stunned to find the largest spike this blog has ever experienced. Over a hundred pageviews--nothing short of incredible.

I had been passing out business cards with careless abandon for about a month. Had I found my niche? Hardly. The stats indicated that 61 Serbs and another 66 others distributed around the world had taken notice. Without listing their websites I can tell you it was pretty much a concentration of dating services--if you are exceptionally liberal in your concept of a date.

Gone was the heady notion that my writing was finally attracting its deserved attention--or that the cards or word of mouth was generating the spike. Curious as to the source I hit on the website and was confronted with a young woman in a blatantly provocative pose which displayed all those parts with which she might hope to--let's say--provoke.

In the space over her head were two bright red arrows which swelled and vibrated in the leftish or rightish directions which invited action. Curious again, I hit the one on the left, and was transported to another view of the same person in another provocative posture this time in some apparently Romish hinterland--judging from the cabins in the background. Hitting the arrow again yielded another image, etc. I should point out that below each image was a selection of choices for the particular type of provocation one might wish to explore--which I didn't.

Who knows what type of bots I had accumulated in this query? or for that matter due to the spike of views?  I figured that the sites in question scoured published comment in search of possibly suggestive diction and had latched onto a sentence of mine which contained both the words woman and vibrator--something like an NSA of the former Yugoslavia. 

I apologize therefore to you, Dear Reader, who may only be on a quest for literary substance and are innocently drawn thereby into the nether regions of Balkan porn. And to those of you who are drawn away for good, well, you're probably not my reader type anyway.