Yeah, I don't think you would thrive on being a kept woman, long-term.
Actually, my S. is a pussycat, but a pussycat who thrives on order, completion, and relative peace in his physical space. You wouldn't get on at all, in terms of actually *living together*. I hope you find someone like my best guy friend ... he wouldn't notice if you ran a Barbie Dream Car track permanently through the living room as long as he got to chase you around it giggling and catch you in the bedroom. And there wouldn't be a shred of condescension in it; he honestly wouldn't care as long as *his* priorities (fun, talk, and sex) were getting met and you hadn't *totally* cleaned out the bank account. Not to say that there's not value in order and responsibility; you just need someone who won't turn up his aristocratic WASPy nose at you when some creative monkey chaos ensues, as it undoubtedly will....
Ok, new book idea: "How To Maintain A .7 Waist-to-Hip Ratio Through Meticulous Accounting".
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"Show me a completely smooth operation and I'll show you someone who's covering mistakes. Real boats rock." -- Frank Herbert
