Dream husband

The Indian needle of male attention has largely vibrated on annoying, nagging, control freak for so long that the new age tendency is to look for complete free market economy. Laissez faire. What woman doesn't dream of the genial husband who is happy to tinker with a bike, a beer and a book, smile indulgently at your array of shopping bags, take pride in your work life but no real interest in it, leaving it your domain, and thus largely remains oblivious to your world? The new age mantra is together apart; you do your thing, and I'll kill... er... do mine, preferably with your car and credit card. Acceptance is a precious commodity and it comes easy when you don't have to know. Previous partners, what your idea of an optimal number of children really is, separate bank balances, and who would kill for you when you think they're just driving for you, and why, and where you were on the afternoon of April 24, 2012 ("Out" generally suffices), is no longer of importance in most marriages. Classifieds requirements are rewriting themselves. "Bride wanted: Trophy career, well networked to suit mutual business interests, must take a mean selfie and be able to create a canopy of 'happily married' Facebook pictures. Must have passport with valid visas to at least three countries." The measure of the happiest marriage is the maximum number of likes by mutual friends on any random personal shot on your timeline. This is the bliss the gods make vows to. Most former friends of the media power couple hastily prefixed their association with the disclaimer "But I only knew her socially"... yes, well her husband did too.