Adults Type

I was so desperately in need of a kiss. In my twenty years of living, I had never experienced what it meant to love and adore a boy and share in the passion of it all. I hated not having any joyous and wonderful experiences with someone I had deep loving feelings for. While my friends double dated with their boyfriends, I ended up sitting on my couch watching romantic comedy movies as I shoved ice cream down my throat. Depressing!

I was desperate to find the man with the boyish good looks I had always dreamed of and share a nice soft kiss with. I ended up signing up for an online dating service. This dating service was very expensive but the promises and guarantees they made about finding true love were so convincing. I started up unaware of what to expect. I had never thought I would have to end up signing up on a dating service to fall in love.

There I was , nervously typing out my information and interests on my profile as if I was trying to make a good impression on an interviewer. The entire dating service seemed so stressful. Why must they know how much I weigh and how tall I am, wondered as I criticized my overweight body. Is this a dating service or a weight loss program, I complained as I finished it off typing in my every educational accomplishment.

Definitely, this was so much harder than applying for a job, so I was sure it would end up great. After a couple of days, I managed to get a date. This one guy who seemed to have read every word I wrote on my profile stood before me on my porch with a bouquet of Daisies and Lilies. He was handsome. I ,having spent most of the afternoon getting ready for this date, looked stunning. My make up was flawless and so was my hair. I had managed to wear the outfit that made my bosoms look perky, my tummy flat, and my rear looked amazing. I felt confident and ready to meet this man who looked great himself. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and cap. He was nervous, I could tell since he was not looking at me while we spoke. He avoided eye contact and looked at his shoes most of the time. I approached him for a hug and caught a disgusting smell coming from his armpits. He stunk! It was such a turn off I decided to vomit on his shoes and say I was not feeling well.