One damned good reason I remain single at 67, and continue to disregard most men’s profiles, and laugh at the stupidity, the dishonesty, the insanity. If I see one more 1980s mullet from the trailer park I’m going to puke.
It simply boggles the mind, but it also argues strenuously why I kept going back to the butthead for ten years. By nearly all comparisons he was much better, but he was still abusive. You cannot fix that at fifty. Nice to look at, nice manners, but an abusive asshole. Pity. What a waste of gorgeous manflesh.