How pathetic is it if you'd rather spend your Saturday night with the artwork on your wall instead of with a real woman? If I could I'd bring the sketch on my wall to life. I'd pay any amount of money to bring her to life. Maybe I could hire one of those cutting-edge engineers and they could use artificial intelligence and robotics to build a woman that looked and made me feel like the woman in the sketch. No living woman was able to make me forget about the woman in the sketch. I think it would be easier to be addicted to porn than the woman I had created in my mind based on a sketch. At least with porn there are programs and therapists that help free you from your addiction, but what was there for me?