reverse matching and a glorybox

Would somebody be so kind to get Portishead's "Glory Box" out of my head? It is stuck there and aside from the usual annoyance with any music wedged between the folds of my cerebrum, it also is Ann's and my old song, so it is doubly aggravating.

Had a cute experience earlier today. I have made no secret of the fact that I am currently working with an online dating service.

Well, the other day I sent out greetings to a few select women, based not on my preferences...but on theirs', using "Reverse Matching".

All have responded "I am sorry, we're not a good match".

So either the system doesn't work...or they lied about what they want.

Sigh.