For me, a good woman is someone who seems perfectly tailored to my convenience. Not just her words, but her eyes, her gestures, her very presence—all convey exactly how I want her to feel. That's how much I've always desired a woman who fits me perfectly. And unexpectedly, that wish came true in the form of a woman who looked like a stylish, elegant magazine model from the city, with a slightly tanned, healthy complexion and, above all, a loose, carefree smile. From the moment we met, I knew she was undoubtedly the ideal type for any man. That hunch quickly turned into certainty. She mentioned her first time was with a man twice her age, but laughed it off saying, "We were actually dating. It didn't last long though..." It was after meeting her for the third time—introduced through a friend—that she began to deeply stir something inside me.