It might be nice to have a child, family and/or house someday. I would have someone to sing to.
"Oh the wayward wind is a restless wind...a restless wind that yearns to wander..."--Patsy Cline, my vocalist hero. Women can have low voices and sing beautifully. Stupid world dominated by sopranos.
PS--Maybe Patsy Cline's songs give me unrealistic expectations. "A Poor Man's Roses"? What the hell, Patsy? You whore. Why are there two guys around interested in you, when I can't even find one?