Like most men, I seek an intimate relationship with a woman.
Unfortunately, I am family court tainted, and seek only a woman who is fully my equal.
Equal. Similar age; similar education and qualifications; similar income; similar asset base; similar debt ratio; similar religion; similar criminal history (i.e. none); similar driving habits (i.e. rarely receives any infringements etc); similar work history and hours; similar financial contribution to all things; similar physical contribution to all household chores. [I accept doing “half’ the housework. I accept her doing “half’ the lawns and maintenance (there’s a “Tui’ ad in that somewhere)]. I accept equal input into decision making (which on the law of averages, means sometimes you get your way, sometimes you don’t. Consensus is perfect). I like a woman who is not ‘butch’, yet is willing to change a tyre.
I have a thing about the “gotta-have’ spenders. Fashion isn’t important. You do not need to spend everything on clothes. I am anti-credit; and sadly will not cohabit with a spend-on-credit woman. I have a thing about obesity; and will not accept the “larger’ models. I am not Mr Universe; and don’t expect Miss Universe either. But sorry, looks do count. And I don’t do screamers. You want a shouting match? Tell you what. I’m outta there before you finish the second one.
I do not accept shared bank accounts etc. So let’s make a deal. What’s yours is yours; what’s mine is mine. You can have and keep everything you earn. Me too. Separate accounts. Lets split all shared expenses (which includes mortgage and maintenance, and purchase of major assets), roughly 50/50.
Now I have my friends, my hobbies; I have my space, my man-cave. Any potential partner is welcome to her own friends, hobbies space, woman-cave. This is not controlling. It does not worry me at all, what she does or has. But I will not cede my “fun’.
Of course, I know my chance of securing a normal intimate relationship based on all of the above is less than zero. Welcome to reality.