For the purpose of this analysis, please assume away the children.
I think I would first have to consider whether I would bother a second time. I mean, the husb. is very nice and all that, but the thought of having my life back to myself but for the patter of little paws with as much reading and bike riding time as can be imagined - well, that would be a tricky one. I will be buggered for a blog if I continue down this path so assume I will dip my toes into the marital swamp again. (I am getting to be a natty assumer.)
While in the neighbourhood I will also assume (in my simple and unaffected manner) that I can attract any type of chappie I fancy. It is OK, George. You are safe. I must be the only straight woman over 40 who doesn't have you on her "exception to general policy of faithfulness" short list.
So, what sort of character traits does the extant husb. have and would I go for something similar?
Let us start with geekiness. I speak fluent geek.
When I was younger my brother (a geek king) would throw big parties. There would always be a clutch of sad lads too socially inept to speak to anyone. My brother would drag me over and introduce me to one, whereupon I asked them several questions til I discovered a topic they were competent to converse upon (encryption algorithms, online gaming, collecting interesting mathematical t-shirts), chat to them for a bit then dodge out and hide somewhere. Then my brother would find me and drag me off to some other malnourished brainy dude with stunted social skills.
Don't even think the brother was doing it on my behalf. No, no. He just knew his friends would feel they had some degree of success if they spoke to someone at the party. I did not mind too much because it is nice to make a stranger a little happier, in smallish doses. If I kept clear of my brother for a while I could meet more interesting people, like a couple who told me in graphic detail what happens if you attempt to use your penis as a vase for a solitary rose. (To summarise, it doesn't end well. The folks in casualty laugh and the medical students take photos and spread them around the uni.)
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. The current husb. comes fairly high on the geeky scale. Not as high as my brother and his troop of deeply involved coders, mathematicians and engineers. High enough that before meeting me he would have no idea what you were talking about if you mentioned Austen, Machiavelli, or Stalin but he would recognise Maxwell, Pascal and Watt.
You know, it would be tempting to go for someone who would be happy to converse on the religious aspects of the 30 year war, or at least have some chance of knowing when you are making a reference to something, say, cultural in general conversation. But on the other hand, such bounty may bring terrible sacrifices. If the new husb. was ignorant of Mr Georg Ohn and his work, you may end up having to pay an electrician for minor electrical work.
|Go Georg, you sexy thing.|
Mind you, if I were to assume the next husb. was considerably weathier, we could get his assistant to supervise general repairs and tradespeople while we were holidaying for several weeks each year somewhere of historical, culinary and cultural interest.
To postulate further, such a refined type is unlikely to have any curiosity about storm water drains, or what would happen if you tried to electroplate an annoying shop assistant (without actually killing them, of course).
Hmm, I can see this is going to be tricky. I cannot really expect any type of genuine hybrid,so in balance, I think I am happy to go for a reasonable amount of geekiness next time as well.
Jeez Louise. It is past bedtime and all I have considered re husb. #2 is optimal degree of geekiness (43 - 68% with 5% error). I will have to continue this bit of fluff another day.