My name is Kenji. I live in a large city inhabited by many lonely souls. People don’t have time to rest, most are single and there is no love. The only ones who can still live a–more or less–serene life are children and students. They’re happy but, even in high school, everyone is busy preparing for admission to universities and institutes. Some will attend college and some won’t study at all since they don’t see the point.

Although I didn’t want to spend too much time studying, I realized not going to university is too irresponsible and would upset my parents, so I signed up for this slavery. The university was in another city, so I moved from my parent’s house and ended up, all alone, in a huge city. This new page in my life told me everything was just beginning.

I switched from one part-time job to another: from a seller to a loader or a delivery man. Once, I got hired to do preparation at a small café near my apartment, but they fired me because I suffer from deformed legs. In other words, it’s not easy to rent an apartment and live alone.

After a couple of years of working random jobs, I’d mastered many professions and–as a result–I established myself as a “Jack of All Trades”. At each job, it was easy to meet new people. I had no problems communicating, so I started working for everyone, helping anyone for payment. I’d help one person and they’d mention me to others and so on to infinity. No one has ever been disappointed in me.

In the end, I left all official part-time jobs and had lots of free time, which I decided to spend on the most important thing: the search for true love. I decided to find the one I’d like to live with until the end of my sweet days, but unfortunately I’m out of luck in love. With each girl, sooner or later, there were misunderstandings, no trust; we remained strangers–as if the last puzzle piece was missing no nothing can fall into place.

After countless relationships, I realized a lot can be said about girls based on (strangely enough) their panties! I know it’s surprising, but this is the lost piece. Maybe guys are the same, but I haven’t checked yet.

At first, I had doubts about my theory. I had to take each pair home to carefully analyze. In truth, it was much easier to take them than return them. I didn’t want to mar my impeccable reputation as a “Jack of All Trades”, so I had to schedule a return visit and quietly return the panties to their place before they noticed the loss.

Slowly, I began to confirm my theory. Dreamy, bright, frank, simple, with teddy bears: all these panties characterized their owners. Sometimes though, I still have to analyze closely.

White panties can indicate a girl is simple and doesn’t care what’s under her clothes, maybe she’s afraid to stand out or perhaps she just loves the minimum amount of detail; therefore, to complete the picture, I need to find and analyze as many panties as possible. I believe in my theory and one day, it will find me my eternal love!