A day passes and I'm twenty-four hours closer to becoming a stereotype, an old man who looks a tad too enthusiastic around little girls.

I've got decades until I reach middle age but I'm not sure I want to make it that far. I'm tired of scheming ways to win the consolation prize of a platonic relationship with a girl. Fuck that.

I can't be the only one who would drop his job and social relations in exchange for a virtual reality world where a romantic relationship was on the cards.

How can anyone tolerate this existence?