MUSK?
I’ve been thinking.
Why can’t I date Elon Musk?
I mean—why not?
I’m single.
He is… occasionally available, I assume.
I like intelligent men.
And it certainly wouldn’t hurt to have a helicopter pick me up the next time I decide to climb a mountain.
The man wants to go to Mars.
I could show him Northern Norway first.
It’s actually much easier to get there.
But then I started wondering:
Does Elon Musk actually have what I’m looking for in a man?
Because it’s easy to be impressed by satellites, electric cars, and billions of dollars.
But I’m 61 years old. I’m not necessarily impressed by a man just because he can send a rocket into space.
I want to know whether he can send a text when he’s running late. That’s an entirely different kind of technology. And possibly more difficult.
I do have a few criteria of my own.
Women our age tend to have those after acquiring a certain amount of life experience.
So the real question isn’t whether I can date Elon Musk— but whether Elon Musk actually qualifies to date me.
I’m looking for an intelligent man. Elon passes that test. We have to give him that.
I like men who think big, create things, and actually follow through on their plans. He passes that test rather convincingly too. He builds cars, companies, and rockets.
That’s a little more impressive than the men who write on their Tinder profiles that they’re “working on a few projects”— only for the project to turn out to be a deck they started building in 2019.
So far, Elon is doing quite well.
But I also want a man who has room for me in his life. Not just room in his bed. Room in his life. And this is where I start to have doubts.
When would we actually see each other? Between a rocket launch and a board meeting?
Could he set aside an entire weekend? Or would we have to go on a date over video while he tested a new satellite?
I don’t want to receive a message saying: “Sorry, Anneli. We’ll have to postpone dinner. The rocket exploded.”
I understand that things happen. But there has to be a limit.
I’m also looking for an emotionally stable man. Someone who can talk about difficult things—without buying an entire media platform just to make himself heard.
Someone who doesn’t disappear when the relationship becomes serious.
Someone who can say: “What I did wasn’t okay. I understand that I hurt you.”
Not: “This was caused by a technical malfunction. We’ll release an updated version next quarter.”
I want a man—not an operating system.
And then there’s attention. I don’t need to be the center of a man’s universe. But it would be nice if we could at least exist in the same solar system.
Elon may be looking for a woman who can adapt to his life.
I’m looking for a man who is also willing to step into mine.
He has to be able to come to Grimstad. He has to be willing to travel with me to Northern Norway. He has to accept that I work, write, make videos, have strong opinions—and will not sit quietly admiring him.
And he has to understand that I’m not moving to Texas just because he happens to have a vacant guest wing.
I’ve spent an entire lifetime building my own freedom.
I’m not giving it up because a man has a private jet.
Although, admittedly, it would make traveling to Northern Norway a little easier.
I’ll give him that.
Then there’s family life.
Elon already has a fairly extensive family project. I have four adult children and will soon have four grandchildren. Elon has at least fourteen children that we know of.
It wouldn’t be a family. It would be a small It would be a small town in Norway. (Municipality)
Finding a single weekend when everyone could get together would require a dedicated administration, artificial intelligence, and probably a satellite.
Christmas would have to be held in a convention center.
And who would sit next to whom?
No.
I recently organized my ex-husband’s 60th birthday party for more than a hundred guests. I know my limitations.
I also want a man with a sense of humor.
Elon may very well be funny. But I need a man who understands my sense of humor.
Someone who can tell the difference between me being angry, me being serious, and me being distinctly Northern Norwegian one moment—and shaped by growing up in the Bible Belt of Southern Norway the next.
That requires advanced expertise. Possibly more advanced than space travel.
And I want a practical man. You may be thinking that Elon must be perfect.
After all, he builds rockets.
But does he actually build them himself?
If the kitchen faucet starts leaking, does he reach for the toolbox?
Or does he buy the company that manufactures the faucet?
I don’t necessarily need a man who can colonize Mars.
I need a man who notices that the patio door is hanging crooked—and does something about it without me having to arrange a strategy meeting first.
But perhaps the most important thing is this: I want a man who can handle being with me. Not just a man who is fascinated by me in the beginning, while I’m still smiling, flirting, and agreeing with him.
He has to be able to handle the fact that I’m independent.
That I have opinions of my own. That I ask questions. That I disagree with him when he’s wrong. That I don’t need to be rescued, financially supported, or placed neatly in the background of his life.
I don’t want to be an accessory to a powerful man. I want to be a whole person standing beside another whole person.
And that’s where I’m not sure Elon passes the test. Not because I know him. I don’t. He doesn’t even know he’s being evaluated. This may come as a terrible shock to him.
But perhaps I’ve been asking the wrong question.
So, what do you think? Are my standards too high—or is Elon Musk the one who doesn’t quite measure up?
Perhaps the question isn’t: “Why can’t I date Elon Musk?”
Perhaps the question is: “Does Elon Musk really have what it takes to date me?”
Because yes—he has intelligence. He has ambition. He has money, power, and rockets—and probably the ability to pick me up from almost anywhere in the world.
But does he have time? Does he have peace in his life? Does he have the emotional capacity?
Can he listen? Can he be emotionally present? Can he repair things after a conflict? And can he make room for a woman who doesn’t want to disappear into his life?
Can he travel with me to Northern Norway without immediately starting to plan a tunnel underneath the entire mountain?
I don’t know.
And then there’s politics.
I’m very interested in politics.
So is Elon.
I might say: “We need to think more about social justice.”
And Elon might reply: “Interesting. I just spent a few hundred million dollars on political campaigns.”
It’s difficult to come up with a good response to that.
I don’t need a man who agrees with me about everything. Good Lord, then I could simply date myself.
But I do need a man who can discuss politics without turning every disagreement into an international incident.
I’ve spent much of my life thinking and working on questions of power, social exclusion, and social justice.
I’m not going to fall silent just because the man sitting across the table is the richest man in the world.
Quite the opposite. I’m going to ask follow-up questions. A lot of follow-up questions. The first date might work.
But by the second, we would already have to discuss democracy, economic inequality, minority rights—and how much political power any one person should be able to buy.
It could, of course, become a very long evening. An evening that would be highly unlikely to end in my bed. But he has a private jet, so I’m sure he could make it home.
And then there’s the matter of airing your dirty laundry in public…
Elon also supported Trump.
I’ll be honest: I’m still shocked that Americans elected Trump president. Elon and Trump even started working together.
Then they had a major disagreement and began arguing publicly on the internet.
And that’s where I start to get a little skeptical.
I’ve lived long enough to know that men who conduct their breakups on social media can bring a certain amount of instability into everyday life.
I want a man who can handle disagreements in private. Not one who ends a relationship in front of the entire world press.
On the positive side, Elon demonstrated that he is capable of leaving a relationship that no longer works.
That’s healthy. But the way he did it counts against him. So perhaps the conclusion is that I don’t actually need Elon Musk.
I need a man with some of the qualities I associate with him:
Intelligence. Curiosity. Creativity. Courage. The ability to get things done.
But preferably with a little more time. A little less chaos. And significantly fewer rockets and X-wives.
Because I don’t necessarily want to go to Mars. I simply want to meet a man who actually has room for me here on Earth.
But Elon… If you’re watching this video:
Your application has not been rejected. It is simply still under careful consideration.