It seems to me the requirements of perfection in the dating world expand far beyond one's physical attributes, and encompass sharing the exact same tastes in books, movies, theater and recreation.

A recipe for imperfection.

Unless, of course, you are dating yourself.

Okay, clearly, there has to be some crossover in order to have more to talk about then breakfast cereal choices. For the record I am a Special K kinda gal. So movies, books and theater are quickly accessed to fall within the same interest level in order to proceed to the concept of heaven, met your match, get me off this dating site, bliss. 

Until you get around to the recreational activities conversation.

Hunting and gathering? Only in the supermarket. Having a Hell's Angel moment on the back of your Harley? Unlikely. Heli skiing? Drop me from a hovering propellered craft and pick me and all my body parts up a few hours later. Sure. Trekking in Bhutan, a week at an Ashram…

So I ask you, doesn't anyone shop anymore?