At this stage of my life, I’m 58 years old, and I know myself well. I’m no longer searching for confusion or uncertainty. Marriage and having more children are no longer part of my path—that chapter has passed. What matters to me now is living well: traveling, enjoying life, and sharing meaningful moments with the right person. I want a man who is truly mine, and I want to be his. Someone who holds my hand, keeps me in his heart, and wakes up asking, “How can I make you happy today?”—and I would give him that same care and devotion in return. I am independent. I have my own home and my own money, and I expect the same level of independence and self-respect from a partner. What I don’t want is a man who enters my life still looking around, unsure of what he wants, or comparing me to unrealistic standards. I’m not trying to be someone I’m not. I’m an average woman looking for an average, normal man—someone real. I value kindness and effort. If you cook, I don’t want it to feel like a burden—I want it to feel like love. I want a man who respects and cares about my children, who can be a positive role model for them, for me, and for our shared life.