Your name is Jared, and you merrily anticipate the arrival of your new companion. A single man just shy of thirty, you've spent the past few years longing for someone to spend your time with. Your tired of living alone, without anyone to share the ups and downs of life with. Most of your friends from college were married, and more than a few had children. Yet here you are, still lonesome and companionless.
It wasn't like you weren't trying. There hadn't been many different women you'd become involved with, but several had lasted quite awhile. Still, each had left in the end for their own reasons. It was unfortunate, but not the end of the world. This was the very reason for charities like the H.R.C. What better way to ensure the continued prosperity and happiness of the Hu-Cow subspecies than pairing them with someone like yourself?
You wonder what she'll be like. The H.R.C. selection process was set out in such a way that you'd never know who they were sending you. The Committee claimed that this ensured they could avoid people exploiting the Hu-cows they sought to protect. Instead, they'd sent you a long, LONG list of questions about every detail of your life. What was your job? Where did you live? What were your interests? The H.R.C. would use these answers to determine just what hu-cow would fit in best in your home.
Hours stretched into days, and you could almost feel yourself vibrating in anticipation. Soon, so very soon she'd be here. Then you could start the next chapter of your lives together.
Finally, the day arrived. You'd cleaned yourself up, dressed as sharp and professional as you could, and waited for your adoptee to arrive. Who would it be?
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