I was no longer interested in men who had zero career motivations, no hobbies besides video games, and had not yet realized that hating everything isn’t, in fact, the same thing as being intelligent. I wanted someone who had found the optimistic side of nihilism, someone who loved his family, had a job (literally any job, just a job), a creative hobby or two, and no addictions except perhaps coffee. I was cursed with success.
