She's everything I ever wanted in a woman, perfect in every way. She's always absolutely stunning, willing to do whatever I want, at any time of the day or night, with tremendous passion. I love her dearly, but unfortunately, the flame has died out.

My problem is that I've grown tired of her perfection and unflagging accommodation to all my desires. I've reached the point where I find myself wanting a real woman, who has moods, imperfections, thoughts and desires of her own, as well as a monthly cycle.

I never thought it possible, but it's true.