New Yorkers are not known for the their ambitious dating habits, with most relationships apparently forged more from convenience than searing attraction. If something doesn't work out, the prevailing attitude is generally that something better will come along, anyway. "Eh, Tanya was cool," you tell your friends, "But I'd like to keep my options open for someone smarter/chews less gum/has daintier hands."

But possibly no quality is prized so highly as proximity—remember all those potential marriages and future children and grand children that would never have basically been aborted if the MTA had made good on its threat to curtail the G train?

To that end, Park Slope resident Scott Rogowsky is on a mission to "date local," accosting women in the streets near his home in hopes of finding a mate he never has to walk more than three blocks to see.

Viewers are probably expected to chortle at Rogowsky's foibles—"Aww, poor guy! Maybe I should give him a call!"— said no self-respecting woman ever, but if we learned anything from the noxious website Guyism, it's that sneak-attacking pedestrians while they're trying to buy a sandwich or hemorrhoid cream or whatever is not an effective tactic to getting laid.

Also, if Rogowsky is too lazy to travel a few measly subway stops to see the love of his life, it raises the question: In what other ways is he lazy? Will you find, a year into your courtship, that rather than take a weekend trip to the Hamptons, he'd rather just switch seats on the couch? Instead of cooking you coq au vin, will he just dump some ketchup on a plate and tell you to eat it with your fingers? Instead of showering, will he just pour a cup of tap water over his head?

Remember, if online dating is good enough for Martha Stewart, it's good enough for you.