That's how emptily, I was enjoying my love life, it was like never happening but in rumours my love affairs were always going smoothly. Without knowing, I was judged by multiple people. It was not worthwhile for me but for beneficiaries it was the opportunity to die for. After few months of that grand receptive festivity, I never heard any further details from her or him. And I had never been interested on the intensity of the people's cup. I never hunted a lover or never had any intention of doing it. It was shameful and disgraceful enough for me about the desperation, I was facing of single ladies. No idea why ladies act like that but it's unnecessary and not natural. Probably, I was getting too old probably, to feel any desperation, especially after knowing his lonesome fame. I was not involved in anything that he was working on or had any interest. Fame was a fungal infection which cause itchy disease for me, after you got it, you need inflammatory drugs to cure. I had no urge to get that diagnosis. I was busy of my own. Happily turned into a philanthropist, individualist, idealist and pessimist. I didn't need any or had any intentional desire for gimmicks to lure a man. I was single because I had my own choice and thoughts that's not going to manipulated by any jealous exs or present girl friends of any celebrity. It's being a while that I was thinking of taking a vacation when that friend of my virgin love came along for books, he chose his books to buy and cared to share a friendly moment with me. After having good time with him, I had learned more about my virgin love. He was a man who loved to live alone, work alone, nature and fate was habitually generous to him but his companionship was lousy, couldn't work with a group, lack of trust and disbelief made him authentic relic. He travelled a lot, trained and educated enough to make anyone interested on him, fortune of luck was always kind to him but his fear of losing his grip on his fate haunted him to his depth of despair. I was wishing the whole time for my virgin love instead of his friend, if only he didn't took me as a bitch for his money and fame, we might have had a great time with each other but who knows probably a good couple. His prophetic views of me killed the romance between us, not because of his monkhood but it was his panicky attitude and behaviour that took so many years to settle down with any girl of his dream and finally he had been sold to his rich ex girlfriend but his prudishness couldn't accept the reality that's why, ignoring the marriage concept by taking me as a reason or else why, sudden emerging long lost love that'd never happened to exist. I was feeling fatigued by his situation, the man who had so many talents was suffering from anxiety, depression and lack of convictions with confidence. Nevertheless, it was the most unusual affair to me and unexpected too. Likewise others, probably another historic event was recorded and the next best thing was waiting for me like him but not him, something was wrong with him psychologically, he was allergic to sexual needs. All his ex girlfriends were upset by his restored virgin love as what his friend was claimed but what could I do was, taking a nice vacation where he was not going to exist.