I'm getting wood just thinking about it. I guess some things don't change with age. All guys want to marry a hot chick and to be a supermodel you've got to be foxy. Plus, supermodels, like the Chauncy Gardener character from Being There, have their every simplistic utterance assigned elaborate meaning. They live constantly in the moment without the baggage of thinking about anything too deeply.
Supermodels just be.
It's important for my mate to be living the Tao. This little list was pared down a bit. Thankfully, I recognized how insignificant these conditions were and dispensed with them appropriately preferring to have my prerequisites for a mate fit neatly into Maslow's hierarchy. My train ride back from the wedding only lasted 90 minutes. But in that hour and a half, I got straight to the meat of this marriage thing.