Stay celibate so I can be forcibly paired with a woman for all eternity: Tempting... not. That's like telling a mathematician who has no interest in literature that, if he reads more, then he may one day write a famous book or poem.
Whoopedie-doo, a book or a poem! All this time I've been worrying about an economic algorithm that can help the world's orphans from lives of hardship... but a book or a poem!?!
Gee-golly, screw helping the orphans; I'll just write a poem about how much their lives suck:
There once was an orphan named Tam'ly
Who knelt as she prayed for a fam'ly
But the self righteous ninnies think that it's better for her to have no family than the loving, caring family two daddies or two mommies could provide. These are the same ninnies who would rather have me write a poem than actually go out and do some good. Screw them. The End.
Stay celibate so I can be the eccentric uncle who lives by himself in a house full of awesome wonders from around the world -- ultimately ending up as the eccentric old man who lives on the hill: Enticing. I will consider.