The older I get the higher my “standards” are for a prospective partner. I thought it would be the other way around. The pool of eligible life mates keeps shrinking and I’m kind of glad. When I invest the time, energy, and attention into someone I want it to be for a reason. I want to be sad when you reject me. I need to care that you care about me.
I will find someone or someone will find me. But I’m not looking, because then I’ll compromise. I’d rather be happy alone than miserable with someone.
Until then I should probably take up more hobbies.