My wife

I want to meet my wife ASAP and get married ASAP. I may sound to be in a rush, but I am not. I just don’t want to waste time, so I won’t. The present is all we’ll ever have, time is of the essence, as they say. I figure when I see her, I’ll know she could and hopefully will be the one. This pends of course on her availability. I am not too results-oriented, although I will admit I do have the result of a child in mind. I’ve never been a father, I am 42, never been married to anyone. I think this makes me goodly viable husband and father material despite some things I read online (prefer someone under 40, definitely do not prefer someone who has never been married [can’t figure that one out]. Most people who want to be parents, however, would, I imagine, prefer someone who has never been one before, either); I frankly would hope to find a woman who has never had any kids, is mature, and who, like me, has never been married to anyone else. I wonder what the odds of finding this woman in the next few years could be. Other preferences would be perhaps fluent in an entirely different language before English (preferably, actually, Spanish, as I already know a significant amount of that, and could use the mental workout. I can give her updates on English. We’ll both know each other’s native tongues enough to get by with each other but on the other hand will perhaps often be forced to revert to the more fundamental human language. I also know a fair amount of French and Greek, but for reasons that will become apparent, I think it remains the most realistic option to keep an open mind about a Spanish-speaking girl), and also Musical. I would prefer that she, my wife, be musical. If she played the drums or the guitar or sang, that would be Sweet. I prefer on top of those things that she have a worthwhile head on her shoulders (I have heard that if you can conceive of holding a lifelong conversation with your love interest, they just might be a keeper). I have what I hope to be a sensible sense of humor, and I hope that she would laugh at my jokes. Faith in God, whatever that is, is critical, key, essential, necessary. This may sound strange, but I prefer, definitely prefer, for her to be 62.5 inches tall, I can give or take a centimeter or a centimeter and a half, roughly, I believe, but outside of that range, I really wouldn’t be as satisfied with her as I might be. The music thing might be how we could manage to have a common goal at which to aim, namely a production or a product which we try to produce whether that be a satisfactory song performance or a satisfactory song or a recording that would be worth trying to sell. Anyway, I hope you get my vision. Oh, also I was thinking I might meet her in Bolivia or Peru, maybe Chile, maybe Argentina, I don’t know, I’ve never been there, but I think those places are the most attractive places on Earth. I hope I might, just sayin.' I’d have to get down there, first. In order to do that, I’d need some more time and money. Anyway, guess you get my picture. Another thing, she must be health-conscious in regard to her own health; vegetarianism is a very sexy thing; if she can get down with the idea of exercising for a minute, every day, or at least Almost every day, that too: very sexy. Am I forgetting anything? If she could love reading books and writing, That, too, would be very sexy, although in this case, the true descriptor would be very, Very sexy. Am I forgetting anything, yet? Race, coloration: not important. However I must admit that in the pants, I am not the most endowed of all men (perhaps a good 7 inches when fully erect, as well as not the most girthy (though not thin)), and I deem a sexual match to be of the utmost importance, so, I would hopefully be able to, by looking at her face and her mouth and her lips and her hands and her eyes, gauge whether she might be a good match for me, or not. I don’t want to have sex with her until after we are married. Two things, perhaps, of final importance: A. I myself am 69 inches tall, in case she, too, might be looking for something specific, and B. a slight hint of autism couldn’t hurt. Now this is the woman of my dreams. What, do you think, are the mathematical odds that all of this could come true?