No, I'm not a transvestite. God, moms right, I need a girlfriend. Just so she can distract me from my desire's. But that's not the problem, the problem is I am too perfectionist. My taste of woman is high, to be certain until it reaches perfect. I judge beauty too detailed with no flaw. I know perfection doesn't exist in this world but my heart still searching the so called 'next best thing'.
