Perfect woman searches for perfect man.

Well dang, I woke up today feeling pretty good about life in general. I watched the first two episodes of The Wire last night, becoming an immediate convert as I knew I would-thank you Medbh. I slept soundly, apart from when I woke up at four bathed in sweat, but I fell back to sleep pretty easily after a t-shirt change. I rose early, my hamstrings are feeling less taut so I'm off to the gym shortly and although I have a shit load of work on it's all doable.
Then I read the following and while the smarter section of my brain has already dismissed it as poppycock, the other part of it has gone 'oh just shove it up your holes.'

From the Telegraph
"Blue-eyes, blonde hair, and most importantly on a salary considerably lower than her boyfriend or husband.

These are key attributes that define the perfect woman, if the latest survey if to be believed.

According to recent poll of 66,000 men, their idea of the ideal female would also weigh a slim nine-and-a-half stones, live on her own and occasionally wear glasses.

The research, carried out by the online dating site ukdating.com, also found that 54 per cent of males would not date anyone who earns more than £25,000 a year.

Most men ranked "blue eyes" as the most important attribute followed by "long blonde hair", with "occasionally wears glasses" as third.

Intelligence was not a priority, but she must be "very good looking", have a "wacky personality" and "be optimistic".

The poll found that only 15 per cent of men would date a woman who had a pessimistic or cynical outlook on life.

Surprisingly they did not seem to mind how much time she spent on housework or in the kitchen, but "being good in bed" was certainly high on their priorities and ranked seventh on the list.

Men also do not appear to like women who are too tall, with just 20 per cent saying they would date a girl taller than 6ft.
Ideally she would own her own car, the favoured makes being a Ford Ka or a Mazda MX5 and enjoy regular trips to nightclubs, pubs and restaurants.

It is also important that she loves pets, is a non-smoker, and only drinks alcohol occasionally.

Her ideal profession would be in nursing or PR, the survey found, preferably earning between £10,000 and £25,000 a year.

David Brown, managing director of www.ukdating.com, which studied members' data to come up with the results, said: "While the old adage 'Gentlemen prefer Blondes' still holds true today, it's interesting to note that in this world of size zeros and calorie counting, men are more interested in height than weight, and prefer a medium build girl to a skinny girl.

"This research just goes to show that men are as selective with their choice of date as women are, and know exactly what they want."

The results contrast sharply to when the same survey was carried out by the website on women earlier this year.

It found that Mr Right must be a high earner on £60,000 a year who drives a Mercedes and lives in a £300,000 property in the home counties."

No wonder these folk are members of a dating agency. With such exacting standards what hope have the mortals-with their pesky flaws- got of attracting them.

Well slap my thigh and call my lady patch Maureen. The article then shows a photo of Scarlet Johansson, claiming her to be almost perfect but gosh darn it she earns too much money.
As a tall women with dark hair and grey eyes I an staggered to find I am so utterly unappealing to the common man. I never knew. I also never seemed to have any trouble attracting men, but maybe they could sense I was-oh I don't know-a car owner or something equally as important when looking for a mate.
People are attracted to what they are attracted to, but excuse me, how would any man know what any woman was earning on a first date? Or even a second or eleventy--fifth? And how exactly does a woman who earns a decent wage drop in attractiveness? Oh right, she doesn't, she just becomes more threatening to men with tiny minds. ( I've never understood this either, if I was earning a truly disgusting amount of money I can only imagine the paramour's delight)
Meh, I suspect this online thing is a load of old hooey, but it's a depressing load of old hooey. I thought we'd moved on from this kind of tripe years ago.
Do I give a monkeys what sort of car a man drives or how much he earns? No, I don't. Must he live in a certain area? Nope. I rate intelligence pretty highly, and also kindness, good arms are nice too and that dip in the chest, mmmmmmm. Also, if a chap smells nice and can make me laugh I would find him one million times more attractive than some preening wally in a Mercedes who feels threatened by women who have careers that allow them to earn more than the bare minimum wage.
Right, the gym. Oh golly, do real girls sweat?