I have impossibly high standards which could only be fulfilled by magic or fictional technology like the Star Trek TNG "holodeck." She would be able to shape-shift; one day looking and sounding exactly like e.g., Catherine Bach circa 1979; another day looking and sounding exactly like Elizabeth Montgomery circa 1964; another day looking and sounding exactly like Yulia Nova circa 2000, and so on.
Also, she'd never nag or complain about anything, she'd never have a "headache," she'd love doing housework, she'd be a master chef, she'd have no interest in using a cell phone for any reason, and she'd have no interest in redecorating the house or otherwise trying to change me or my stuff in any way.
Getting back to the real world; as for living alone, I wouldn't have it any other way. Women are amazing (some of them are, anyway); the way they look, the way they sound, the way they think; but only in limited doses. Once they move in with you, their cons soon start to outweigh their pros (the way they think is the first thing that changes from fascinating/charming to a major pain in the ass), and in my experience, there are zero exceptions to that rule.
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