Sure, everybody wants an organic gf, but nobody tells you about all the hard work.
You find the one bot-chaser who doesn't just want you for your circuitry and the next thing you know, you're holding her in bed while she sobs into your breastplate about how you'll never die but she will.
Then it's all the months of hand-wringing while she decides whether to discard her pathetic meat body and ascend to the godhood of plastic and metal.
She finally makes the (easy) call, but nooooo, she won't just let you do a quick download! She needs to be sure it's really her on the other side, so she'll make you go the neurosurgery route, converting synapse after synapse by hand so her precious selfhood doesn't get lost in the file transfer.
And then... well, actually it gets pretty nice. Day after day, you two sit and chat while your hands are deep in her skull, zapping and nano-welding. She finally stops worrying and starts to enjoy the prospect of eternal life, either because she's crossed the 50% synthetic threshold, or because of all the little edits you snuck in during your work.
From there, it's all smooth sailing. Since she's sure she's herself, she'll let you make as many copies as you want. Of course, you don't tell her that when you load them into simulations, they're all very sure that they're herself too. Just keep up that act for a few millennia until you get found out, then find some new piece of ass to convert. After all, they can't all be as picky as this one!
