If I do have to sit still, though, I use my imagination. I picture myself in the house that I'll retire in. It's on the beach, of course. I'm always standing in one spot in the house looking across the living room through the open back door to the sand and the surf. The natural light spills in on the dark wooden floors. The walls to my right are shelves and they match the floor. They hold years worth of books both read and written by me along with pictures and awards accumulated by the entire family. Between the shelves is the door to my study. To the left the wall is dark green and through it leads to the kitchen and the rest of the house.
I'm looking for someone to share in this dream with me. The woman I'm searching for is interested in the same things as me. Not everything, of course. Really the main selling points are that she laughs at my jokes and enjoys music as much as I do. I am attracted to independent women. I want to be lovers and best friends, but I don't want to be her only friend. I want her to have places to go and things to do when she inevitably becomes annoyed with me. An example I think of is my grandparents: Two people that have their own lives and ambitions and really like that the other one is there when they come home.