"Wow. So, even that pretty girl didn't make it on your list?"
"Yeah, you understand. Not only does it suck that I'm shorter than her, but it won't work out being with the biggest center of attention... you see what I mean?"
"Yes, I know how it feels. Even though I like tall girls, I've never liked any of the ones I met."
"You're into girls?"
"Both, girls, and guys. Or, I haven't really decided yet. No gender really hits me 'here'."
"So just waiting for the perfect person, right?"
"Yeah, I am. But YOU can't."
I can't, I can't at all. My parents will literally kick me out the family if I don't find someone who will bear my children.
I'm fully serious. With the apocalypse coming in, the society also needs repopulation after around 3 billion people were killed in fighting efforts, or disaster casualties. A lot of important people were killed, and even redistributing jobs could not hold this big earth together with a measley 5 billion.
So yes, overpopulation is solved, but now we need people to be doing things for the world again.
My offspring carries that future and I'm not proud of it - I never even planned on getting jiggy with anyone.
Yet here I am.
"Alrighty Conner. You don't like nervous girl. You don't like fabulous girl. Well, that sums it up."
"Sums what up?"
"What kind of body do you like? Hm?"
"What?!"
"You know. Do you like athletic? Skinny? Really buff? I don't know, describe what a real, good tough as nails girlfriend would be like..."
"Actually, I do know someone who was tough as nails..."
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Lust Front
RomanceThe year is 2034, a life-changing apocalypse causes the infected to reanimate and kill people. Many men were killed in the fight to stop them and many families were broken apart. Civilians were gathered together to bring their best effort, males bec...
