Ok fuck it, I'll spill — All my friends still single in their 30s? They're hunting unicorns. Somewhere along the way, a man stopped being just a man. Now he's supposed to be your therapist, best friend, passionate lover, future father of the year, financial provider & probably a mind reader too. All wrapped up in one devastatingly handsome package.
We grew up on a steady diet of perfect men who could do it all, and now we're shocked—shocked!—to discover that actual humans come with flaws.
Men seem to get this. They prioritize & put up with a lot more shit overall. Meanwhile, women are out here with spreadsheets of required qualities, then wonder why they're perpetually disappointed.