The ‘chat room’ man?

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Leila found it more and more difficult to find someone whom would be a pleasant company, a man to share her life with…

Maybe the problem was that she was alive…

Don’t you feel we live in a world of zombies, the living dead that feel nothing, think nothing and do nothing except going to and back from work, like drones, eat, sleep… Nothing else, no joy, no life, no communication…

She could not figure out how come it is so hard to find someone intelligent enough, or affectionate enough, or lively enough, that could actually communicate something, anything… just to interact, in the most natural, human way.

She needed to meet people, she wanted to make friends. In a foreign country, where people pretty much kept to themselves, there weren’t so many options. She enrolled on various ‘socializing’ sites. Internet seems to be nowadays the answer to anything, a simple way to access and chat to people. Even people on dates nowadays go out together, only to stay separate on their private phones, not even talking to each other, as this virtual world is slowly, but surely taking over our entire life force…

She is a very attractive woman, so she soon had a lot of admirers, telling her how beautiful she was… She was very excited and soon thought her problems will be solved… Finding someone, having pleasant company, affection and tenderness… maybe to also feel secure and safe in a real man’s arms… Feeling loved always boosts your energy levels and suddenly pass into the ‘can do’ state… where nothing is a problem or a challenge anymore, just because you have attention and affection. Leila soon found her wings back to fly… She had lots of messages and not being used to chat rooms, found it difficult to select through the hundreds of messages that kept pouring…

Soon she realized though that there are plenty of men out there that only prefer this virtual world… Busy with their lives, their work, their hobbies, maybe even taken men, married man that simply wanted to run into another world, in a virtual reality… They didn’t have the same ‘skin hunger’, the same yearning for affection, touch and real interaction like she did… A mare chat, some nice words, maybe watching some pictures, putting their fantasy into words would simply suffice… It was very difficult for her to understand… How could people settle for so little? Plastic food, plastic bodies, plastic lives, plastic thoughts… It seemed like humanity was somewhere aloof in a corner… and so difficult to be reached…

Then you would have your ‘romantic machos’… The ones that would just like to have sex not afraid to say it, loud and clear… At least their honesty should be appreciated… and the fact that they still need some form of real interaction…

Language barriers… Mmm… That’s always a problem… And men don’t accept they wouldn’t be masters, that there may be a problem, that their knowledge isn’t maybe good enough… It was always her… The blonde, the one that could not be possibly assumed she may have a brain…

Was a real, decent man so difficult to find?

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