Watching the herring run on Cape Cod. Poor bastards have to fight the current, swim UP waterfalls, all while avoiding poaching seagulls. But the reward is sweet: when they make it to the top they get their spawn on like its nobody's business.
So I'm trying out the online dating thing right now and your description is pretty apt for that... (although, I can't complain, I've had it much less rough than many of the stories I hear of rejection and psychopaths).
Lol. Yeah. Life of a herring is MUCH easier than online dating. I always wanted to see a Match.com commercial with all the horror stories I've heard. "My first date tried to chloroform and make a skin suit out of me... it was love at first sight".