I don't know about you, but contemporary dating is exponentially more difficult in age of technology. I don't this is technology's fault. In a certain respect and in some situations it helps us connect more efficiently and deeper then other wise possible. But we are flooded with information about suitors. Facebook profiles read like the sides of serial boxes. Cryptic ingredients that hint towards what is on the inside of another person. For instance a liking for horror movies might tell me that a girl is a thrill taker who enjoys dabbling in the intensity of a roller coaster like experience, or it might be a symptom of a girl who is compulsively re-triggering some trauma in her life. The contents of a person's profile only cover the surface of who a person, yet our brain's seek to analyze and infer what is going on beneath the surface. What is that dude really up to when he forgot to text me hello in the morning? Confronted with the blank space of a cellphone, we fill in the dots between connections with our own projections in order to seal the void that threatens a dis-congruence of meaning.The third guy Scarlett seduces into her van is a man with Neurofibromatosis. Unlike the previous dudes who were eager to be seduced into the van the third man is hesitant. Growing up deformed has left him rightly skeptical of kindness of others. After some awkward light petting, Scarlet seduces him into her black jello chamber but changes her mind and lets the man go.