Ride the cock-carosel until you’re an expired lottery ticket, pushing all genuinely GOOD guys away, then expect nature to act on EVERYONE except you, and at age 40 expect guys to treat you like you’re a virgin who just walked off a Teen-Beat magazine shoot.
“I’m finally ready to settle down...guess I’ll call up that good ole’ reliable guy...”
Uh...NO YOU WON’T.
I totally agree! You just described the life-plans of most of my high school classmates.
Not me.
Never married. First boyfriend was a multi-millionaire.
All men after that were “compromises.”