So sick of love songs

Is it asking too much to want a man while I’m unemployed, carless, living at my mom’s (in the country), and in chronic pain? 

Am I out of my mind expecting him to be empathetic and compassionate (not: misogynist, racist, xenophobic, or judgmental), kinda country, very smart, witty, will go to museums with me, and will indulge me in my art, whims, and whimsy? 

No, it is not, and I am not. I know I am a lot to be in any kind of relationship with, especially currently, but it’s not unfair of me to want. 

There are a few relationships in pop culture I actually admire, and they make the loneliness a little worse.

I’m not depressed and crying (well, maybe crying. Loneliness is a son of a bitch) about it, or worried I’ll never meet anybody else. I just think it would be great if there was some kind of acknowledgement on the part of the universe that I need companionship love, to paraphrase LL. 

At least it’s sunny outside today.