How To Find A High Quality Woman

When bored or lonely, which is like never other than all the time, I read a few blogs here and there trying to figure out what a good strategy is in finding a woman who is not on the low side of life.  Now before you feminists get all uppety uppety do recall there are plenty of blog posts from your perspectives on finding a "High Quality Man", and no, this isn't a reply to these, but merely my meandering attempt to try and figure out if it even is possible given today's market conditions.  Before one can find a thing, one must know what a thing is, and only then one can figure out where a thing is.  Like in Indian Jones movies, if Indy didn't know what the Crystal Skull was he wouldn't even know where to search for it, right?  Similarly we have to know what a High Quality woman is before we can find one.  And unfortunately I don't know what one is.

I think in large part women are to blame for this fact.  Me not knowing is your fault ladies.  At first I thought a beautiful supermodel-like woman was all that mattered.  But here in Toronto, over 90% of women I see roaming Yonge street are that beautiful, and sorry but Photoshop just ain't involved.  I don't know how these women do it, but they all belong mostly in Sports Illustrated covers.  So while a mere walk is a stunning array of beauty, and while I can get lost in God's palette of bombshells from all over the world, from Asian to Native and to Black and White, I can not figure out which anymore is considered High Quality, for they all look perfect.  Unfortunately this might just be a book cover effect.  Many awesome books have awesome covers, but as do many uninteresting and boring ones, too.  However, there are books that are good with ugly covers.  Like for example, Jurrasic Park has an amazing book cover, but Stephen Hawking's books do not.  Yet both are an incredible mind bending read and an absolutely remarkable way to get lost all by yourself in a fun weekend.  So if a woman was a book, I'm either looking for Jurrasic World or Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time.  It's just that, well, I don't know which one to spend a weekend with.  Ninety percent in Toronto look like the dino title and the other 10% do not.  So visually the choice is amazing.  But on other levels, which to some matter more for various reasons, I'm undecided.  And I have my reasons that to those with limited thinking would seem close minded, and that's okay.  We don't all think alike.

The woman I'm with does not need to be smart.  She doesn't need a tremendous insight into an Adam Sandler-type of humour.  She absolutely doesn't need to be an athlete nor a superstar in the show business.  She doesn't have to know how to cook well, nor even do anything more than use the microwave.  And if she isn't that adept with language, that's okay too.  But unfortunately she must have the same caliber of social skills that I do, and there, I'm afraid all the women so far have failed completely.  High Quality to me is someone who knows what respect is in many faucets of life and many people fail in this, including women who think so high and mightly of themselves.  I am no genius either, but what is lacking is inexcusable.  It doesn't take much to apply cosmetics and to starve oneself to a point of beauty, just like for a man it doesn't take a lot to be fit while playing sport or lifting weights.  But social skills and respect, courtesy and honour, belief and hope in the goodness of man, support of those amongst us whom need it, care and nurture of our world, these, I'm afraid are the only traits I truly value.  And most of you seem to lack them, at least as far as you all have allowed me to get to know these aspects of you.  If it wasn't so, I would not be writing this blog post on this day, instead I'd be making love to one of you ladies.  But as usual, I woke up alone. 

So when I 'm done this, I will go to that Yonge street book store I always go through and spend hours searching, browsing, reading the back cover, and maybe a book that is unlike the rest will toss itself into my shopping cart.  I know the laws of physics don't work this way in this dimension, but now that I've gone through a spacetime tear with the Cloverfield Paradox event, maybe I am in a new Earth, and maybe things work differently?  Maybe....  As for how to find a woman of this high quality?  I haven't but the slightest clue.  But finding a stunningly beautiful woman with plenty of diplomas and money is no longer a problem.