I have no right to want a girlfriend.  I'm a unemployed, obese, drug addict.  I have nothing to offer to the opposite sex.  Still, and I'm sure this has more to do with the constantly fluctuating brain chemicals than anything, I want to be part of a relationship.  I crave affection and attention.  I no longer expect a girlfriend to make everything better, those days are finally behind me.  Maybe I'm lonely, but I've pretty much given up on Happily Ever After.  Oh well we all know who my real lover is, she's pale and sharp and packs a punch, but once she gets her claws into you, nobody else compares.  Tomorrow: I will write again about my ideal woman.