Although it seems at times like all men are useless lumps, don't lose faith as this is not true.
There are some decent fellas out there who don't spend all day and night in the pub, refuse to help round the house and then bog off with a Mrs Robinson type character.
Mine's not one for spending time in the pub (not without me.

He puts the bins out fortnightly (after several reminders of course...he's not God.

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I don't think he'll be bogging off any time soon either...there can't be two of us who could tolerate his honky feet!
Seriously, he is a good un and I believe there may be one or two others out there too.

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Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs, cackling and telling me
'You'll be next.' They stopped when I started doing the same to them at funerals.