A cat is fine too

Didn’t you know? It’s impossible to feel horny or be responsible for your actions before you turn 18, it’s scientific or something; before that, you’re literally a child. That’s why the age of consent is 18 everywhere in the world.

I often use animethemes.moe to find creditless openings. There’s also openings.moe, but it had a very small selection and never got updated.

Seriously though, I think I’d look for someone who I’m comfortable being with, as in being able to talk about dumb stuff for hours or stay silent in the same room enjoying each other’s company. I know it sounds vague, but I’ve seen so many couples who don’t get along, it’s pretty puzzling.

Personality-wise, someone who can see things from a somewhat neutral point of view or open to new perspectives would be ideal. Ideally on the smarter side. Creative/proactive in their hobbies as well, at the very least deeply curious and not a mindless consumer of whatever is easier to get. Interests must include anime and some niche/unusual activity, and being technologically inclined is a big plus. Of course, I must be able to trust that person; feeling jealousy or uncertainty sounds like it’d make the whole thing pointless.

Physically, my only hard requirement is not being obese (a bit of fat is ok). The “Woman (optional)” thing is mostly true, though (I’ll focus on women here). Height should be ideally above 1.60 m, but I have nothing against >IMAGINE or death by snu-snu, for that matter. Breasts of any size, including no breasts. I’d rather date someone with straight hair, but it’s not a deal breaker or anything.

Yeah, maybe I’m more selective than I thought, but that’s an ideal partner. I have never had one btw, and at this point I’m not sure I ever will. Next time, someone should ask for dating profiles of others for them to find love, hahaha wouldn’t that be funny

• Woman (optional)

For me, it’s oldoldstable

Yeah, you laugh now, but once you feel the mighty loli strength you won’t be laughing.

It was years ago, I was just walking along, minding my business while on my way home from work. Suddenly, a dark, nondescript van with “free beer” scrawled on the side slowly creeps up from behind me. The window rolls down and staring at me is a young blue-haired girl with pigtails, maybe about 9 years old, eyeing me up suspiciously. She calls out in a slightly hushed voice: -“Hey… Hey buddy. You want some classic rock cd’s? I’ve got a ton in the back.” I was told never to speak to little girls I didn’t know, but the offer was so enticing I foolishly replied “R-really? D-do you have The Beatles? O-or maybe Bob Seger?” She chuckled darkly, “Oh yeah, I’ve got everything. The Who, Floyd, Tom Petty, you name it. But you’ll have to hop in the back here if you want me to give them to you.” I knew I should have ran, but part of me was too scared of what she might do if I said no, as I walked to the back I could swear I saw her licking her lips out of the corner of my eye. As I reached for the handle the doors suddenly flung open and about five lolis reached out and grabbed me. I screamed as loud as I could, but one of them gagged me with her panties and they pulled me in with their mighty loli strength. They pinned me down, as I struggled I heard one of them say “Sit on the bitch’s face, Sanae. Shut him the fuck up”. Suddenly my vision was then completely obscured and my screams muffled by pink softness, with what looked like a cartoon bear’s face on the back. As tears rolled down my cheeks they laughed at my pointless struggle. It was at that point I realized there really was no rock.