29-year-old secretary, Aya Mikaami. I broke up with my boyfriend because we didn't share the same taste in food. I love taro root, while he preferred carpaccio—a gap that highlighted our differences. Growing up in a poor household, I'd rarely encountered such fancy ingredients. Just as my work as a secretary was settling down, I found myself single. Tired of my dull, monotonous life, I nearly fell into a pyramid scheme. A friend invited me to join, so without suspicion, I let her into my home. I was having a great time, like a fish in water, but snapped back to reality just as I was about to sign the membership form. I sent my friend home and stewed some bulk frozen taro from my freezer, reflecting deeply. What on earth was I doing? These days, I masturbate almost every night. I quickly climax using my personal vibrator, focusing intensely on my clit before falling asleep. All my peers are getting married and settling down, yet here I am at this age, freshly single—this is truly the worst. As a perfectionist, I can't tolerate anything I dislike. I have zero patience. Once I start disliking someone, I get goosebumps just thinking about them. Although our food preferences clashed, we did have great sex—that one thing lingers in my mind. I sometimes wonder if I should've at least stayed as fuck buddies. But the fact that I even consider that shows I haven't fully moved on. Lately, it's been harder to climax with the vibrator. I miss cunnilingus. I want to be touched, licked by a man. It's true—my libido only grows stronger with age.