Scotty, beam me up.

In addition to ten year old pictures and very liberal use of the term “curvy,” Internet dating is complicated by time and distance. Not enough and too much. Just tonight I received an email from a woman. Actually, it was a “courtesy reply,” which means you can blow someone off without actually writing a reply. This one read, “Thanks, but we live too far away from one another.”

I’m thinking I need a “teleporter” like on Star Trek. “Hey, Scotty, beam me over to “45butlook30’s” house, willya?”

Actually, in June of 2002, a team at the Australian National University managed to send a message using the same principles as the Star Trek teleporter. Now granted, I’m a little bigger than a message, but technology moves fast. They used a process called quantum entanglement, which coincidentally is just what I’m looking for.

Like any technology, this one would need a disaster recovery plan. I’ve been on several dates where I’ve wanted to be able to quickly extricate myself from the situation. This would work. I’d simply disappear. No uncomfortable chit-chat. No tab. Nothing but a sound.