My list ISN'T much different from Pontiac's, he just didn't expand his criteria into separate bullet points. - I'm single and don't have any kids
- I am educated and do professional level work
- I get decent feedback on my appearance and behave in a way that is "gender appropriate," not to the point of slugging down beers at a softball game, though, if that's what it takes to be masculine
- I am 10 lbs. over my ideal weight; I was on my way to the gym when I saw this response
- I was NOT sexually abused, don't have a problem with affection or weird "flashbacks"
Why does the "no kids" stuff bother people? This is the only item that is really different from Pontiac's. That's right, we live in a society of disposable relationships and very few of us can claim "nuclear families." My parents stayed together. And, most of my friends who married someone they met in college who was their "equal", are still married...and that was in L.A., for God's sake. Since I've never had kids, I am not in the least bit interested in someone else's kids. Not in the least bit. People nowadays are desentized to this traditional value. When I was working (until right around March), people would say "Why don't you date so and so in the office?" or "Why don't you take so and so to the Christmas party?" It was always someone with younger kids and a messy divorce. I said nothing to avoid any backlash, having learned my lesson from an office experience like that in the Seattle area where I was more candid. Why is that so 'effin bothersome that I have this stipulation?
You know, women who fit this list (the language bullet point is superfluous since I've always dated first-generation "whatever nationality" women,it just happened that way) DO exist. They have regular jobs with their degrees...working at "the State" or wherever...and they are rebuffing not only my interest, but that of every other guy, almost all of them professional, normal and decent looking as far as I can tell. They are more chronically single than I could ever be.
How this thread evolved from Dirty Dancing to "my list," I'll never know.