Once you reach a certain age, schmoozing for dudes at the club every weekend becomes exhausting. How is it that in a city of millions, every 'single' man at the bar is a copy/paste of the last red flag you dated? It seems like Chad, Jackson, and Brandon are the only names that parents gave their sons in the 90's and it's starting to show– big time. Regardless of the reason why you're chronically single, it's certainly not because you're the problem. The real issue is that guys are wearing the same ripped jeans, tribal polo tee, and hair-gel combo that you saw ten years ago and it's frankly a bit cringe. Maybe it's time to start trying to pick up men at the grocery store because at least some of those men are zaddy material.