In My imagination, I'd be hardcore, and it'd end in forced sex which she'd come to love, and I'd be her Master.

In reality though, I imagine there'd be a restraining order and then I'd wuss out totally and give up.

""Looking for love, not sex" -- the tagline of many a troll who doesn't believe they are worthy or capable of sex in its own right, but god, the thought of carrying that sort of middling self-esteem all the way to 36 is disturbing."