I’ve dated men of varying income levels, and the best relationship was with the one who was doing what he truly wanted to do. Not only was he happier, but whaddya know? He made the most money, too. I didn’t even know about his major fundage while we were dating. He was just fun to hang around with and had a great attitude about life. Alas, ‘twas a fling (his home was overseas), but a eye-opening one, though it took awhile for me to see that.
It’s good to have an income, yes, but if you’re working some job you hate just to make bank; if your work and your deepest-held values don’t match, your negative feelings about the situation are going to seep into other areas of your life, including your relationships, especially if you’re doing nothing about it. Where’s the fun in that?