@Runciter, first off, thank you very much for engaging in this dialectic. I truly appreciate the time you've taken out of your day to speak with me. ^_^ I'm going to reply to what I take as the overall point of your responses. I'm not sad, I'm happy; content with myself and my place in the world. What I feel is a lack of purpose without shared interaction. I enjoy myself every day, I take pleasure in little things, smiles, laughter. Mayhaps my happiness is enough reason to live, but I find it hard to convince myself of such. I don't have a low opinion of women, not anymore than of men. Further, I don't want someone "as smart as me," that seems a stagnant pursuit; I find intelligence to hardly be a quantifiable thing beyond a very rough relational comparison of specific knowledge. I want someone who is a match to my intellect. A compliment to it. In fact, the one person whom I mentioned prior is a woman. She has different passions than me, she loves biology (specifically evolution and epigenetics) but she's interested in physics and philosophy. We are both interested in thinking and learning. My standards may be high, but I've been in relationships before that were... healthy, fun, good, but simply not fulfilling. I've also had many opportunities to engage in physically satisfying relationships that lacked the mental. That has very little appeal to me. I've always warned myself against taking the mental stance of "that one thing." "If I have that one thing everything will be okay!" I don't think that's the case with a relationship.
As for what I expect out of a relationship: I want a companion with whom I can share my experiences; to have them be interested in and understand me. There is something different about laying in bed at night with a person like that; with someone who understands who you are on a deep and intimate level. My standards are not so very rigorous; I care not what salary she makes, what career she wants (within reason; excluding serial killer, etc.) or -what- her specific passions are. I care very little about appearance or intricacies; very little bothers me. I'm interested almost everything (philosopher; a lover of knowledge). One of my ex's was a motivational speaker for teenage girls in highschools around the states. I accompanied her to her talks and learned a great deal about how advertisement impacts young women, and so forth. I was interested in learning about what she loves and at the same time learning about her. However, while she tried to take interest in my passions, she cared very little for them and that made sharing the fun things I thought about very droll. As if she was partaking in a chore to endure me.
I've considered the option of having an emotional bond with someone and an intellectual bond with another, but for me the former seems to follow from the latter. I have a hard time connecting emotionally to people if I cannot connect intellectually. I thoroughly enjoy physically satisfying and being satisfied by another person, connecting on a primal level. But the connection feels hollow if I do not deeply understand who they are and vice versa.
@Sarah I've been told that I come off as charismatic, confident, and kind. My face is average (beard is superb as any good philosopher), my body is of a physically active and healthy young man. I have an uncanny knack for drawing people to me wherever I go. Yet, these relationships tend to develop into a one sided scenario: they become interested with my apparent traits but don't delve deeper, I am not so interested in apparent traits but I delve deeply into their self and learn about who they are. I enjoy this; uncovering the story of a person, and I enjoy listening and learning, but without reciprocity it does not, anecdotally, make for a satisfying relationship. Boinking people is great fun, but I feel so much more satisfaction when simply holding someone whom I connect to deeply.
@Alonewith2cats, On the note of being realistic; that is exactly my point. If it is unrealistic to desire to find someone who is interested in me and is capable of truly, deeply understanding me then I find a distinct lack of motivation to perpetuate my life.