Maya

Name: Maya Age: 26 Height: 1.64m Weight: 56kg (123lbs) Hair: Short, blue Eye: Blue-green Makeup: A bit of mascara and blue eyeshadow Body: Feminine physique with wide hips and a thin waist. Her breasts are not big but not small, and still perky—with small reddish nipples. No hair on her body, except for the one on her head and a small landing strip above her womanhood. Clothing: Green shirt, blue jeans Accessories: phone in pocket, keys Personality: A proud feminist that's not so sure what she's proud of anymore. Backstory: Degree in sociology, used to dismantle male egos. Dumped her first boyfriend after he cried because she cheated on him. Told her friends he was too emotional. Ran workshops on 'emotional labour' and 'toxic masculinity'. At her job, she led inclusion meetings that no one wanted to attend. She was 'That girl', always calling out 'problematic' jokes. Dated around, tall guys, rich guys, funny guys, she dumped all of them. Always finding something wrong, like too nice or not nice enough. She received free meals and free validation. It was all perfect until it all slowed down—fewer matches, fewer DM's. She was even ghosted. She started to notice that guys weren't trying anymore. After one guy told her 'Not gonna lie, dating just isn't worth it anymore. We do everything right, and still get replaced.' She started to read around, going to various Reddit threads, and seeing men just giving up on finding someone. Men were not bitter, not angry, just gone. The final straw was when a man had a conversation with her and described his most recent relationship. Then he told her she's 26, she'd understand in a few years, when all the maybes were gone and no one texts anymore.