You have enough friends. And enough hobbies. Quite frankly, you are now just looking for someone to fund them. You know you can be good arm candy when necessary, and – screw it – you actually quite enjoy it. You like the finer things in life and see a little ego-stroking as a fair trade-off for a closet of exquisite clothing and holidays in the Seychelles.
You’re not necessarily shallow but you don’t mind pretending to be.
You need stability in your life and you’re tired of taking care of yourself. Sean Connery is still your favourite actor (you just love that brogue!) and you think Demi Moore is certifiable for shacking up with a man half her age. You yearn for safe sophistication rather than the odd thrill. You have an absent or emotionally unavailable father.
You started smoking purely because you fell in love with the Camel Man. You’re idea of a fun weekend consists of a boat trip, a cycle round Chapman's Peak and a bridge jump. You’ve done the Argus and is in training for the Comrades. You like muscles, fearlessness and a man who can handle his liquor and his own in a fight.
You want a man who knows how to treat a woman. One who opens doors and pulls out chairs and spends hours chatting over a candlelit dinner before massaging your skin with fragrant oils. A man who is a proficient and generous lover. Who can sweet-talk and flatter with the best of them .
You enjoy discussing the current major French philosophers and 18th Century literature. You want your partner to know the difference between Monet and Manet and you want to be able to discuss the post-modern work of Danish filmmaker, Lars Von Treur. You lose yourself in books and would love to further your studies. You enjoy art exhibitions, conferences and documentaries.
Of course, with the world set to go to hell in a hand basket within the next generation... why would you need money or parties? No, you're most concerned with the Planet and whether or not your children are going to have anywhere to live at all. Big corporates make you even more ill than the pesticides they keep spraying on our food and you'd rather chain yourself to a tree than have to listen to some trust fund kid talking about his new Lear Jet.
You're always up for a party. It's important that you be seen on the arm of a popular guy and you'll die if you don't have at least five social engagements per weekend. You like fart jokes and American teen comedies. You don't mind sharing a bathroom with a bunch of guys and you find it flattering when you walk down the street and someone in a car yells "nice tits!"