I always have my head in the clouds. I pass the time by receding into my mind and disappearing into elaborate fantasies. Of course, when you’re as obsessed with romance as I am, you can’t help but to imagine a nice, pretty girl to woo. Now, think how many times I imagine this girl over the course of a day, a week, a month…Each time I perfect the girl more and more, making a more and more ideal partner. Then, send me out into the real world. I search for the girl and realize after finding no one…I have high standards.
But what’s wrong with that?
Well for one, the probability of dating a girl becomes tiny. About half the world is made up of women. How many of those women are close enough in age to me? How many of those women are close enough in location to me? How many…
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