I had a gut feeling the 6 review choices you get a day on YWO must be based on a scientific formula.

Eureka.

The Husband Store

A store selling husbands has just opened in Ottawa where a woman can choose a husband from many men.
The store has 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends
There is, however, a catch. If you open the door to any floor you have to choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot return..
So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1 - These men have jobs.
The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better
than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?"
The second floor sign reads: These men have jobs and love kids.
The woman thinks, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?"
The third floor sign reads: These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.
"Hmmm, better still" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?"
The fourth floor sign reads: These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking
and help with the housework.
"Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more,
The fifth floor sign reads: These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good
looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.
”Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further
on?"
The sixth floor sign reads: You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no
men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping Husband Mart and have a nice day.

What did she barter you for?

You can wipe that smirk off yr face Pammy. (Did you have tt shot taken specially?)
You've all dwelt on the husband angle, but isn't the YWO selection process just the same?
You ditch yr betes noires like teenage fiction & get a fantasy, then a sci-fi bla bla bla...only to wish you cd go back & take the first bugger.
How's things Keely, btw? Long time no hear. Somebody get yr goat? Baaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Hey notle yab
Hot summer down here. Ovines too ticky for comfort.
Hey Pam. Fresh out of the woodwork. Big sigh. I'm obviouisly still held in high esteem. C'est la vie. There’s a juniper tree in my garden, but I have an uncle in Kiev.

I know it's not so early as it was, but Baaaaaaaaa for a goat, Notey?!