what would she look and act like?
The "act" part is the most important part, in my opinion. I would like a woman who:
- is kind to everyone. This includes me, obviously, but also genuinely kind and nice to everyone she meets.
- trusts me and admires me. I'm going to do my best to protect and provide for her, and I'd want her to see that, be thankful of it, and trust me.
- is thankful in general. The kind of person who is grateful for what she has as opposed to thinking "the grass is greener on the other side"
- is reasonably feminine. For example, I'm thinking of softness (of personality) and openness (of affect).
- is happy. Sees what good there is in the world. Laughs, smiles, looks at the bright side.
As far as looks, I'll just quote shakespeare from Much Ado About Nothing: "her hair shall be of what color it please god" (by which he means, he doesn't care - and I'll just point out that this said ironically because he's just listed a shit-ton of requirements like for her to be rich and be a musician, so for him to follow it up with "but I don't care about anything else" is meant to be funny - but I mean it literally here)
I guess I'll just say that a looksmatch would be great.
Unfortunately ... the sate of society makes the traits I listed very rare. Constant validation makes women lack kindness. Nobody ever calls them out for their bullshit. Promiscuity makes it impossible for a woman to admire me - they all build inside their heads a hypothetical "perfect guy" built from pieces and parts of the many, many, many chads they fuck. No matter who you are, she's going to say, "well, you're not as rich as chad #4355" but if you're the richest guy she's ever met she'll say "well, your dick isn't as big as chad #923" and if you have a big dick it's going to be, "you're not as tall as chad #11589"
And probably the worst thing of all - women are not happy anymore. They are all jaded, cynical, and fatalistic. They believe they're oppressed victims and the whole world is against them even as they play on recruit difficulty. And the carousel of dicks chips away at their soul leaving them empty - they don't believe it has an effect on them, but every time they get their hopes up that a chad will stick with them, and he uses them as a dick holster then moves on, a little part of them dies. They are not happy.
And they're not feminine either. Even when they're pretty, they've been taught to abhor femininity.