There seems to be a fairly consistent theme for women these days. The story seems to have two possible endings.
25-year-old woman has a relationship with a perfect 25-year-old man. She dumps him to be with Chad or Tyrone. Who quickly dumps her. Then she complains that there are no good men out there.
The woman repeats this pattern until she is in her 30s.
Now she gets a choice:
She can buy lots of cats and lots of boxed wine and be miserable.
or
She can hook-up with a 15-year-old Chad or Tyrone.
“25-year-old woman has a relationship...”
A reasonable looking 25 year old can drive past a bar and look to find 3 guys now in the back seat ready to ‘see to her needs’. The idea of hitting on a little tyke just SICKENS me (high school, not so much, if my school was representative).