Oh my god I wish I’d saved all the monumentally evil emails I got from tender ego-ed men who couldn’t bear to be rejected by a sixty-plus woman in her full prime, who wasn’t attracted to bitter, fat, angry couch surfers. The kind of vitriol that absolutely, positive speaks to the dearth of character, juxtaposed to the words on their profiles talking about what kind, respectful, caring men they are. Yah. Right.