"So what's your pretense?" writes Stank troll Marta. "What do you say you want from women, and who do you date?"
What I say I want: a woman with low standards.
What I date: by definition, exactly that. There's absolutely no disconnect.
I've recently been mulling over how love-interests seem to be of one of two persuasions: they 1) think I'm an idiot or 2) are so afraid of being killed by the power of my brain waves that they remain silent. Mostly, I've been mulling over how attractive the territory between these two poles looks. I've concluded that 10% is a good figure. I want someone who thinks I'm an idiot about 10% of the time, which is about right.
My soul mate? She'll think I'm an idiot the right 10% of the time.