Simulaaation! Postulaaation!

The mushy part of my project will be the biggest single branching point, news at which the mushy parts of my gray matter rejoice. Never am I so absorbed than when I am waxing reflective on girls. Oh the parallels, oh the poetry!

So we have a collection of agents with some epigamic traits, and they're faced with selecting (naturally!) from amongst each other. What are they looking for in a mate? And how does the selection process unfold? These two questions will pose five scenarios.

The first question, of what constitutes an ideal mate, offers us the choices:

• Best Match: There exists some perfect combination of traits, peculiar to each agent, that they're looking for. The romantic option.
  
• Epigamic Fitness: There are natural losers and natural hot shots. The cynical option. The I-loved-her-and-she-left-me option. That's life, man. That's life.

I'm enjoying this already. Sometimes I wonder if this entire experiment is a self-indulgent ploy, then I recognize that it's me. I'd do this same thing with sorting algorithms. I mean, think about bubble sort. Really think about it. The small values sink. They sink, man. That's life.