A-Gan's Love Life 2016

I'm not a smart person. That's not false modesty. As a child, I was called a stupid kid; as an adult, a stupid woman. When you hear the words "stupid woman," don't associate them with lovely qualities like innocence, cuteness, or an unworldly charm.

Stupid means exactly what it says. I'm not smart enough to keep up. Put plainly, I have a low IQ.

Have you seen Forrest Gump? This story has a girl who's a little like Forrest: so dim-witted her IQ might not even reach 80. Yet the handsome guys who come and go throughout her twenties and thirties are all geniuses with IQs over 160. Oh! That's exactly double! How can aliens and humans ever make love work? There's only one person from the planet of idiots, so how can she be divided among so many brilliant aliens?

Why is it called "Forrest's Love Life 2016"? I'm embarrassed to say that the old wine in a new bottle didn't feel right, so I added 2016 to the original title, hoping to finish it in 2016.

I've revised some parts of the old story and started writing new plotlines, too.

I thought that instead of keeping it on my computer for my own amusement, I might as well share it for the few readers who might enjoy it.