Irene, somehow, had the idea she wanted a boyfriend. She knew she didn't need one, she didn't need anyone else to be happy, but she wanted one. She had the idea that it would be nice to have someone to share some experiences with. Travel the world with him, do exciting things together.
However, having to find him seemed exhausting to her, she was a busy woman, she didn't have time to go out to bars and talk to guys. So she did what she thought was closer to a casting: setting up a profile on a dating site. She looked and choose, and after a pair of fiascoes, she found a guy who seemed good enough. They started talking, and went on a couple of dates. Yet, Irene soon found out that having a boyfriend also meant having to care for that person twenty-four hours a day, listen to him, and it was exhausting to her.
In the end, Irene decided she didn't want a boyfriend after all, that she could well do all that stuff on her own.
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