Make haste slowly

I’m pretty sure I’ve finally decided what I’m looking for in the woman of my dreams. Screw all of this is she blonde? brunette? redhead? big tits? nice ass? white? black? asian? etc. I’ve decided that even if she hits my match in any of those but hates the music I listen to, then I should drop her like a bad habbit. Now It’s quite clear that was the ultimate problem with the last one. I couldn’t possibly be myself around her. It was horrible. Every day I led on like everything what alright. It was only when she voiced her concerns about us that I decided it was a sinking ship and wouldn’t put any more effort forward on her, packed up and left. Living with a woman who decreas, “blah blah blah. you can only like the things that i like and nothing else!” is suicided plane and simple.