I used to think I got lucky with Alice. This girl seemed perfect to me in every way. She never nagged me, never bored me, never gave me lectures. Honestly, I even started to believe I’d met the ideal. But as it turned out, she simply didn’t care about me. She had her own life— that other one—where there was no place for me.
Well, whatever. Screw Alice. I don’t care.
Now I’m interested in a completely different and totally imperfect woman—one who occasionally drives me crazy. Her actions are almost impossible to predict, but I always want to try. And to stir her up with emotions, control her, and protect her. And in general, I just want her. Soon I’ll be like a fifteen-year-old teenager who starts having involuntary ejaculation at the sight of this woman. She already visits me in my dreams at night. And after dreams like that, I have to relieve my suffering under a cold shower.