Here I read statements in the style of "maximum in two weeks I will find a new man" and I think what’s wrong with me, in what universe do I live? The last three years are not something that men can’t find for relationships, but it’s also dull for sex and relief. And I would have understood if I had some exaggerated demands... an ordinary guy with ordinary hamsters. Except that above me must be bigger. In Moscow there is no such deficit. And it doesn’t seem to be terrible and not fat (178/60). I am like that at my 25s. There’s a lot of sex around, but it doesn’t matter to me.