When I was 14, I hoped to, someday, have a girlfriend.
When I was 16 I had one, but there was no passion. So, I decided that I needed a passionate woman, eager to live.
At school I went out with a passionate woman, but she was too emotional. Everything was urgent, she was a drama-queen, cried all the time and threatened to kill herself. So I decided I needed a mentally-balanced woman.
At 25 I found a very sane woman, but she bored me. She was totally predictable and never got excited over anything. Life became so dull, I decided I needed a more exciting woman.
At 28 I found an exciting woman, but I couldn't keep up with her. She roamed around and nothing could stop her. She was impetuous and flirted with any man that came her way. She made as miserable as she made me happy. At first it was fun, but it had no future. So I decided to search for a woman with some ambition.
When I turned 31, I found a clever, ambitious, down-to-earth woman. I decided to marry her. She was so ambitious she asked for a divorce and took me for everything I had.
Now, I'm 44 and I just prefer women with large breasts!