What Price for Love?

The other day, I received an "introductory offer" e-mail from eHarmony, which opened compellingly as follows:

Dear [grackyfrogg],

The summer's not over yet! Get to know a man you've always dreamed of finding, and at a great discount. (emphasis mine)

So, apparently the man of my dreams = Mr. Blue Light Special.

How...romantic.

Of course, the irony is that, even though I created an eHarmony profile about two years ago, I have never once subscribed to their service. Why not?

Um, too expensive.

I am a strange, strange girl.