Illustration:
John sees Alice on route to a LAN party and drops his computer on his foot. He MUST do something about that girl. Basecamping won’t get him anywhere, this is a call for action! Since Zerg rush is not a societally acceptable solution in such a case, he needs to come up with a more standards-compliant response that will validate. Seems to be dating. WHEW. But then, on a longer, fuller axis:
*Well, she’s hot and seems kinda smart and reminds me of mum and all, but what do I know of her? I need to
scout! * But scouting is kinda illegal and gets you restraining orders. Which means you need to
harass. But wait, that too can go down wrong with the legal system. Err… well, just gotta ask her out.
Do I or don’t I ask her out? This is a decision with weighty consequences but based on a bunch of approximations and guesses. It’s also one hard to pull yourself out of if things go wrong. (You’re directly offering something along the lines of, “dinner and move and some strollin’ in the moonlight’n’kissin’ if things don’t go wrong.” Which is quite a bunch of stuff to other to someone you haven’t much talked with.)
Do I accept or not? It probably puts even more pressure on the woman. She’s basically settling a claim on her time and attention and making concessions. The society will see her–no matter if that is true–as essentially having given her conditional acceptance to “strollin’ in the moonlight’n’kissin’”, should prerequisites be met.
Oh no, I’m trapped!
…And I need a way out!
John brings up the processes tab and sees “Alice not responding” (and 100% CPU load and swap file slowly trickling out). This is a familiar situation. Time for a bathroom break or perhaps a sandwich and a reset if things don’t change by the time he’s back.
…But Alice eventually frees up some RAM and her CPU fan rises to the task. She will be able to return one message prior to emergency shutdown.“Yes” or “no”? Oh come on! Gotta bite my nails! Houston, we got a problem. Alice, are you with us? Yeah, yeah, whatever.
If yes:
(Wow, this doesn’t happen every day!..Or month. Or year.)
Alice thinks:
Oh no, what have I done?
On the other hand, John thinks:
Oh no, what have I done?
Both prepare to meet the firing squad (not
that one, John) and even Alice eventually hits Google on the night before (having consulted all her Facebook friends and her MyGossip group on
Drama.com; girls are literate these days).
The awkward moment finally comes.
Oh wow, you did come. |
Why wouldn’t I? (Yeah, lol, right. Actually…)
Now there is some awkward silence, which is sometimes broken nonverbally by a girl less closefisted with the PDA (no, John, this is not Personal Data Assistant). She might even take him by his hand and lead him to a table, which will burn his circuits red and block his ports for a while.
After some more awkwardness, when the evening is eventually over:
Decision, decision, is there going to be a next one? Come on, this is so unfair! thinks Alice, while John is processing a couple of hopes and temptations and slowly running out of paged pool until he hopefully responds to his guardian angel’s ping.
Fast-forward two other evenings:
Alice thinks:
Oh no, this is the third date.
John thinks:
Oh no, this is the third date.
…the nasty $boyfriend? query is popping up, and freedom’s expiring in their respective comfortable cache, which is riping for a brutal refresh.
→ Yes | No <— (Expires: 10 secs)
Tiny dots of sweat perspire (or should we say perspirate?) on Alice’s brow as she thinks like a hungry cornered PacMan making for big flashy power pellets before monsters* get him.
- This is what Wikipedia has to say about them: “Despite the seemingly random nature of the enemies, their movements are strictly deterministic, which players have used to their advantage.”
(Now, if you used this metaphor with John, he might actually understand what’s going on. But right now he’s reaching for CTRL+ALT+DEL again while waiting for the end quest screen. Because he doesn’t realise this is only the beginning of a new quest line. After all, he’s never been past this stage yet, so it’s hard to blame him!)
Come on, Alice, this is your last chance to return an LJBF error!
She wants to stay safe, and her world is coming down crumbling. She reaches for the default No button, while suddenly:
[John:] LOL srsly?!!1 I mean, wow, that’s great, thank you, thank you! [Runs to post on his Facebook page.]
[Alice:] ?
Well, he will still get his LJBF sooner or later anyway.
On the other hand, suppose she did really return LJBF (and statistics are on our side with this).
[John:] Oh no, my life is over. I need to blog!
[Alice:] Oh, what have I done? I’ve lost my chance! /whereis my iPhone? I need to send him a convoluted, teary message that I will disavow in the morning!
And so on and so forth.