"If you could create your perfect fuckdoll, what would she look like?" She asked after establishing that I was indeed heterosexual. I was struck by the irony that I was being interviewed by that very ideal for this project in my social studies class. Also, I wasn't sure how I should feel about her using the word "fuckdoll" in an academic setting. Those two things and the fact that I was fairly certain that it would take a miracle to ever end up in the sack with Natalie Hardin put me in a sour mood.
"Natalie, you are my perfect fuckdoll," I snapped. "But you can't use the word 'fuckdoll' in an academic paper. Try 'sexual ideal' instead."
Natalie was understandably taken aback. But not for the reason I would have guessed.
"Really? You think I am your perfect fuckdoll?" That is so awesome! I mean, I picked you because I liked you, but I had no idea you felt that way about me!"
Now I was taken aback. But there was more.
"So, assuming that I would be receptive to all of your desires, tell me what you'd like to do to me. And don't lie. I've read your browser history."
"You did what?"
"I airdropped your browser history. Very informative. But just so you know, I'm not judging. I am not exactly proud of my browsing history either, and in the interest of fairness, I would be happy to share it with you if you want."