I know.
reeks of desperation. most women find that off putting. you should work on that.
remember (and i know the women will object to this) women want, what they usually cannot have.
Oh, fine. yes, I admit it. What I most dearly want, crave, and lie awake some nights thinking about, I know I can never have: a perfect body that somehow transforms a diet of excessive amounts of junk food, topping 10,000 calories a day, into perfect skin, boundless energy, long, thick, lucious hair that grows two inces a month on my head and never on my legs, a size-zero waist and size-C breasts that are so fucking perky that even I resent their optimism. HAPPY?