Something I'd like as I begin my next half-century.

I'd like an aftermarket single, child-free woman in her 30's as a companion. (Fat or ugly chicks need not apply, though I like ones a little zaftig, for example Kate Winslet in some of her films where she appears nude.) I probably wouldn't marry her, however, because the odds of marital stability don't look good. (Apparently women have a finite capacity for forming stable pair bonds which depletes surprisingly rapidly.)

Given the curmudgeonly turn my personality has taken in recent years, however, I continue to hold women in suspicion. Despite the propaganda about women's alleged "empathy and sociality," based in female neurology, I've noticed that women have no trouble turning those off when it suits them.