The truth? You want the truth?
I’m a lost boy of 53, living out a missed youth as a 27 year old in a fake universe that is doing a shockingly good job at simulation. I am using this universe to somehow puppet my alter ego, who is openly high on weed among others. I have never lived alone. I have never been without a partner. A number 1. The one you talk to at the end of the day, wake up to in the morning, and brighten up the day with contact sometime in there.
I want to be in love… or at least happy.
I don’t want to fear that all my money will be gone tomorrow and somebody is laughing.
I want to be taken care of… and in return, it is my hour and pleasure to take care of her.
I don’t complain. I don’t get mad. I can take a lot of being taken for granted… but within my limits. I want to retain a mutual respect, and I can be happy.
In the mean time, I’d reeeealy like to be fucked a few times. Pointers.