You could bear the splitting image of Halle Berry, as long as you’re the type of girl that men find embarrassing then rest assured that any man you get will rather eat nails and die than come home to you at nights.
Blame it on his ego. Blame it on his mother, who for sure, will despise you. Blame it on “society” for constructing restrictive ideals of a “good” woman. Whoever you blame, unless you change, you will end up lonely all the same. (That rhymes! Points for me!)
Everybody told her “if you don’t get a man while you’re in college (before you’re 23, before your clock runs out, before all the men you know get married, before this, before that) then you will most certainly die!”
The result is a poor misguided girl who, sadly, cruel men joke about to their friends. Eventually, the few genuinely interested guys often end up utterly disappointed, or bored or annoyed.