There are still men for sale, just as there are women

I was surprised to find that men are often more sensitive than women. You don't want to go out with one on a date whenever and however he wants... goodbye. So... without so. Somewhere along the line, we got it wrong too. I remember pretending to forget when my radar went crazy for lies, fresh infidelity, hypocrisy, alcoholism, or ridiculous extravagance. Instead of saying, "Goodbye, little boy!", I stayed silent and let the years go by. When I couldn't swallow the moment of pride that leads to an erection, I said "no more". I blinked a couple of times behind my mascara-coated lashes and said goodbye to a false life, to enjoy a new one. But I find that it's not easy either. I've noticed that there are still men for sale, just as there are women. And if you don't have money, sometimes sweet glances like a savarina (as the robots say) aren't of any use. So, dear ones, are we changing? Are we returning to the essence of being? Haven't you tired of constantly testing and experimenting? Can't we move with talent too?