Perfect Pussy

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My life had become characteristically lonely, devoid of any real stimulation outside of my usual introverted hours of studying the various topics that I was passionate about. I was a highly educated man who spent hours and hours on end head buried in books, and that was socially numbing. That was probably the reason I did it though. Society was a burden to me. I, however, had never been a burden to society. Eventually though, the loneliness had taken its toll on me and finally decided that my social life needed birthing. The internet seemed to be the place for invigorating my banal days with constant entertainment, new excitements and possibly even spouse searching. I knew that I'd been spending too much time in my studies and not enough on making friends, and much less on finding a wife.

I decided that Interpals and MeetMe would be where I'd focus my cyber-socializing because I was so over the drama on Facebook and fake news on Twitter. In the past I never would have considered cyber-socializing precisely because of those things, as well as fake profiles and we all knew about the love scams from the Dr. Phil Show, but I was desperate and determined to try anything that would break the monotony once and for all, even if it was just momentary.

People seemed to avoid me and I avoided them, that was pretty obvious. There were many people around me. My purpose for education was never to have a social life, unlike some of my peers. For me it was to make money, to make a good future living for myself. Money had always been so desirable in a capitalist society and having a high level of education had become a prerequisite to possessing wealth if you couldn't inherit it from somebody else or somehow catch a lucky break coding an app that would drive the internet into a mad frenzy. What people never spoke about however, was the effort needed to pursue a higher education. They never told you about the time it took out of your life and the consequences of that.

For me the biggest consequence was loneliness. It was ironic to me that the loneliness wouldn't leave me alone. The loneliness became a stray cat that wouldn't leave my front porch, and I knew full well that it was partly my own fault because I kept on feeding it. Maybe that wasn't true for everyone, but it was true for me. I was reminded of my own loneliness a little too often. Every morning I woke up alone in a bed that had room for one more. Just one more spot, for a woman.

I'd never previously had a serious romantic life, save the guilty indulgence with an Asian prostitute during a business trip to Thailand. I thought I would die a wifeless old man if I didn't find romance, and that was a terrifying thought to me. I wanted to avoid that kind of fate at all costs, no matter what the cost. If it came to that, I'd even leave the money behind because the money couldn't fill that empty other side of the bed. For one, my parents kept on pressuring me to give them grandchildren. I was their only child after all, if I didn't do it nobody would. My mother in particular pressured me to date women, but my little village with less than a thousand inhabitants lacked any desirable single women. That was another reason I decided to go on the internet to find a companion.

I logged on to Interpals and decided to add to my profile that I was looking for romance. I also decided to update the description of myself because I knew that attracting a romantic partner was different than attracting casual acquaintances to chat with. My hopes were to find a women with whom I could establish an enduring marriage. She couldn't be just any woman though, and God forbid I fell for the first woman that walked my way, she ha to be the perfect woman who would fit with my personality and lifestyle snug like a brand new show. Since the divorce rate was rocket high in North America, I intended not to contribute to that statistic. All I could really do about that was not get divorced once I got married. She would have to be a very specific girl, whoever she was. I'd forgotten to add finicky to how I described myself.

On my profile I described the physical features of my perfect woman with precision. She needed to have long black hair down to the middle of her back, fleshy and moist lips, a well rounded chin, the cute kind. She'd have to be lean but not skinny, with a nice plump butt that didn't stick out awkwardly from the rest of her figure. As to her personality traits, I likewise felt at liberty to go to great lengths at describing my perfect lady. It was almost like creating a character for a novel, one that I wouldn't write but one that I would live. Imagining her come to life exactly as I imagined her in my mind was sublime. The further I went the more I actually wanted that woman!

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