I remember when one of my friends posted on Facebook that she was jealous that her friends had gone through multiple boyfriends in two years while she had been single all that time and she wondered what she was doing wrong. (The girl in question used to work at Hooters, btw)
So anyway, after a few comments one of her friends was like: "id rather have hook ups and flings over nothing... you can do that in the mean time until you stumble over your prince
" and I'm sitting there reading that going 'Really? ... Really?'
So I put on my writing cap and I reply:
"I love how the above comment assumes that somehow after a life of many hook-ups and flings, or as I like to call it, using oneself as a tool for male sexual gratification, a self-respecting (and for the purposes of this, let's say... wealthy) man will suddenly overlook the fact that they've basically slept with 984735689476892462 guys and take her and love her for who she is and go on with their merry lives and live happily ever after.
/sarcasm?"
That's what I thought of when I read this thread.