I’ve settled. I think some of my friends think I have too (though they’d never dream of saying it to my face)
I met DH when I was 28 and all my friends were in relationships/ settling down. I’d been single for 2 years after a string of disaster dating experiences with either people who I quite liked, who in the end turned out to just be players or people that liked me but I just wasn’t feeling it.
Then I met DH. He ticked a lot of my boxes but I wasn’t 100% sure. I liked him and was excited that I’d met someone but there were a few boxes I know he didn’t tick. However I decided to push on through and give him a chance and I am glad I did.
He is good looking, kind, has the best moral compass of anyone I know, is the most intelligent person that I know. He is also loyal, selfless in bed, successful and would do anything for anyone.
However, I love tall men, there’s just something about them. If a man is tall and good looking, I just go weak at the knees! At 5’11 DH isn’t exactly short but he’s never had that towering presence that gives me a kick in the groin 
The main ‘thing’ that he was missing for me also was a loud, gregarious personality with lots of charisma. Previously all my partners had been life and soul of the party types, really good fun and could make people laugh, really easy to chat to etc.
DH is quiet, measured and more serious and although we do have a good chuckle at things, it’s rare he makes me (or anyone else) laugh so hard I could wet myself! He doesn’t have a lot of what I would call ‘charisma’ he would and does get overlooked at parties despite being good looking because unfortunately until you really know him, he can come across as quite serious and stuffy.
So, if DH was all that he is AND just a bit more ‘fun’ in terms of personality and tall in height, he’d be perfect. But I live with the ‘boxes he doesn’t tick’ because he ticks so many others and we do have a really nice life together. Some days I do feel bored and wish I’d married more of a gregarious go getter but the gregarious go getters that I had met previous to him were either arseholes or didn’t like me the same way I liked them. What was I to do? Hold out for someone that MAY have ticked the couple of boxes that DH didn’t?
We have a nice life and 90% of the time I’m happy, I have to believe that that’s enough for me and that the likelihood of there being ‘better’ out there is low.