Please help me.

I have a genetic handicap called the "Y" chromosome, which causes me to have occasional (irrational) desires for the companionship of "XX" bearers (among other, hairier, symptoms, but I'm sure you really don't want to hear about that).

I am on my twenty-fourth revolution around the earth's local star. For the past two or three revolutions (see how little I care! Pish!), I have gone Han Solo. Space is a lonely place. Besides, I've wasted about three years of incredibly humourous observations, opines and witticisms, lost to time as mere inner monologues. And I won't stay this damn good looking for ever! Har he ho ha ha.

Tragically, there is no known cure for my affliction. But I can live a normal life - with your help! All I need is company: on my walks around quiet spots in the city, to have deep intellectual discourse with (by the standards permitted by mild intoxication!), to co-attend various standard social procedures (theatricals, gastronomics, audio-visuals, etc), to flit away time in a conjunction of our pointless, comedic cosmic journeys...

How shall I repay you for my therapy? I have little to give, other than my attention. I do not earn vast hordes of capital, as do many of my rivals. I am only a poor maths student. But I dislike to valuate everything in this world, and I find the "simple pleasures" to be adequate for my happiness. I hope you are of the same mind.

I welcome your opinions / comments / questions / pity / ridicule. Please package such in an originally composed email. Thanks!

M

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