Having turned 30 this year, I've decided I will no longer date men who:
- Think nothing of sleeping on a futon, especially if they do so sans sheets.
- See no reason to shave more than once a week and get that trapped look in their eye when I explain the discomfort of beard burn. (I don't want to marry you, I simply don't enjoy going to work with that just-contracted-leprosy look.)
- Own a cat.
- Own a one-man tent. (Yes, I know, two people can fit. But that's not the point.)
- Drive a Jeep or an equivalent car thereof.
This list may be modified without notice. All other applicants accepted.