He lives with his phantom mother
In a flat that he inherited from her
Each day, he ponders why
He can't find a suitable girlfriend to fill the void in his heart
He can't cook, eating noodles year-round
They fill his cupboards and shelves to the point of nausea
He can't stand this anymore
He asks around as right female measurements are the key
The right hair colour, the right clothes
She can't stand out; she needs to bridge the gap
A superb cook and a magnificent lover
Kind and close enough to satisfy both, it's no wonder
He can't find an eligible girl
Each has a unique quality, though uniqueness isn't universal
The qualities he strenuously seeks
No matter the distance
He'll persist
Until he finds that one
He may rest only then, not before
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