I dated many a farty truck drivers and middlemen of all sorts of dubious characters, but those were in spite of my better judgment and because I was in sheer desperation to kill the loneliness that seemed to be gnawing at my heart. So what did I want actually? Well a man about the world with a sense of humor and who is in a profession I can brag about to my friends and peers, living a comfortable life in a nice neighborhood.

All women having been brought up by middle class parents have this Cinderella fixation and I am no exception. That the prince will come one day, whisk me on to the proverbial horseback, and lo­­—the live happily ever after saga repeats itself all over again! Though I never wanted that the guy would support me hundred per cent, I definitely want him to be educated and to be firmly encased in a career that

would relax me completely before I get physical.