I'm a tested true bisexual, I'd totally go for a lolita gf if it were in the cards, and if I wasn't such a complete spaghetti monster spaz.
Not big on men or go betweens even though I've been with my man for over 6 years- literally the only man I can stand- very masculine, and adorable. You'd think this was a weird oxymoronic relationship, but it's not.
I routinely go after the most effeminate girls I can find, goes to show why I'd want to have a lolita gf in the first place, but it seems like the father along someone is on that scale, the less likely they'll be interested.
I can understand why, it's just frustrating. And my taste is fucking frustrating too.
I had three women all over me at a camping trip party, ended up the four of us fucking each other on the beach, but they were all such skanks I literally couldn't bring myself to be 100% invested in any of it. I came out of it with wet fingers, soppy clothes and a newfound disgust for liquid lesbian dramu bs.
I just want a quiet girl, someone that likes dressing cute, staying in, and loves delicious kinky sex and doesn't mind some crass humor with her afternoon tea. My guy refrains that I can have this, but I'd have to drop him to keep someone around. He's not conventionally attractive, but god, what I wouldn't give for someone to finally see him the way I do, and to have that perfect triumvirate.
Every time I've gotten close, or have made advances, it fails spectacularly.
TLDR: melancholy.