I have no suggestions, just a story.
A long time ago (I hate to admit how long) my college roommate was rhapsodizing about the man who she would, eventually, meet and marry - he would be tall, of course, and handsome, with a deep sexy voice. Well educated, and interested in all the things that she was. And money - plenty of money. They would spend their days cruising on his yacht, yada yada yada.
I said, "I'm just hoping for one who isn't into football."
She made a face. "You'll never find anyone if you're not flexible enough to accept them for who they are," she told me.