So I hooked up with a musician over the weekend. She's the lead singer of a local rock band. I swear, my life reflects High Fidelity more and more every day. Yes, I too have always wanted to live with a musician who'd ask me what I thought of her stuff while she was writing it and include my name or a private joke in the liner notes. Not that I'm expecting this hookup to turn into anything at all -- I know that absolutely nothing will come of it. However, the other aspect of High Fidelity that I subscribe to is the "punching your weight" theory of going after people of the opposite sex who are in your class looks-wise and standards-wise. Especially in this land where image is king, it's difficult when there are absolutely drop-dead gorgeous women walking around everywhere, and Survival of the Hottest™ is the way of life here. Gorgeous women go for gorgeous men, and while I'm not Jim Varney-bad, I also know I'm not Pierce Brosnan-good (or Pierce Brosnan-rich, not that I'd want someone to want me for money). Everyone says, "Well, if you act the role, you can score the hot chicks/guys," but it doesn't always work out that way -- and deep down inside, you kind of know it too. Have you ever dated or hooked up with someone (who was sober) where you said to yourself, "She's/He's out of my league... what do they see in me?" no matter how long you dated or how often or how much they told you that they liked you? It's a delicate dance of attraction, self-image and taste, and the three don't always agree with each other. However, a hookup like that is always good for an ego boost to remind yourself every once in a while that yes, you are kind of desirable to the opposite sex. Or the same sex, not that there's anything wrong with that.