I don't need a man for money; I have my own. I don't need a man to buy me things; I'll do that myself. I don't need a man I think makes me look good or increases social standing, whatever that is; I've never cared much about those kinds of things. I don't even need a man for sex; "I'm responsible for my own orgasm"--
Teri Garr in Tootsie. 
But a companion, a friend, someone who happens to think you're the bees knees, gets you, will be caringly honest if you're being a butthead, and gentle when your world is falling apart. Someone beside you in your darkest of times, someone you know wouldn't take advantage of your heart, or make you feel badly about yourself to make themselves feel better. Someone to talk to, laugh with, and be silent with...
I could deal with those things.