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Man has been hunting game since before he was even theoretically a human being. Driven by pain and survival, man has always had to rely on his wits and skill to satisfy his hunger. If you really think about it, if man had never learned to hunt, there would be no men, or women for that matter. Now of course I'm not talking about hunting four-legged game or even the six-legged variety to satisfy the need for nutrition, I'm addressing man's lustful quest to satisfy his libido for the two-legged game known as woman. For primitive man hunting and capturing their prey was easy—crude, even criminal by today's standards but still, it didn't require just the right set of clothes, or a nice thick head of hair or even the right after-shave. Early man simply found the woman of his choice and consummated the union  As man became more sophisticated, the hunting became a tad more difficult. In the Victorian era a man had to be a gentleman and a woman definitely had the upper hand. Before a gentleman could even take the lady of his choosing to an ice cream social he had to take a bath, put on his best suit, or his only suit in some cases and then convince the girl's father that he was a suitable suitor for his baby girl. Then if he did happen to make it past the father he had to carry on the facade for the girl. One false move and he was a goner. Women didn't wear six layers of undergarments back then because it was comfortable to do so. After the sexual revolution in the nineteen sixties, hunting became as much a sport as a quest for love. Nothing demonstrates this more than the hunting techniques employed by the much-loved creature known as Discoman. Discoman would usually wear bright colors; lime green, lavender or orange and hunt alone, trying his best to separate his prey from the flock. Once he alienated the slowest and weakest female from the herd, instead of using brute force, or impeccable manners, he would attack her with a barrage of clever lines. "Hey baby, what's a nice girl like you  Those lines never worked, except maybe occasionally on a bimbo, but they were the only arrows the inept, leisure suit wearing Discoman had in his quiver. Fast forward to the present, hunting has devolved to nothing more than an Easter egg hunted intended for five-year-olds. There is no skill involved, no need to come up with the perfect line, however lame it might be. You can simply go online at hookup.com, post your "stats" state what you want and then sit back and wait for the prey to come to you. Frankly, I think that is about as sporting as going on a safari at the Bronx zoo. |
