In my 20s, looks was the highest priority. It wasn’t until I had a 2 year long relationship with what I deemed to be 10/10. The relationship was mostly based on physical attraction. Half way through our time together shit went downhill quick. The relationship brought me problems that I never thought I’d ever have to deal with and some situations were straight dangerous. In the end, she cheated, but by that time, I was relieved. I needed something to officially break us off as we were in a sick cycle of breaking up and getting back together.
A couple years after it ended I moved abroad for several years and dated a wide range of women. Through all of that I more or less knew what I wanted and absolutely what I didn’t want. I desired a partner in life, someone who was ambitious, stable, and didn’t have any extreme vices particularly with drugs, alcohol or being horrible with money.
I found that and the quality of life I have now far outweighs the craziness I dealt with being with the dime.