Men are consciously driven to punch above their weight, caring little for the future. And women are drawn completely unconsciously to average-looking but moderately cashed-up blokes.

Firstly, doctors have been misdiagnosing women’s legitimate illnesses as crazed hysteria for centuries.Secondly, most guys just use “all my exes are crazy” as a blanket excuse to deflect from dealing with their own insecurities and baggage. We always trust your previous exes over you. Good news, fellas! By the sound of it, these results aren’t an anomaly. Psychologists pinned all their findings down to evolution. Evolution steps in with answers Psychologists agreed that HCM and CMM align with the evolutionary theory of mate preferences, predominantly developed out of each sexes responsibilities surrounding parenting. Whether it’s taking place in 2020, or thousands of years ago on the plains of the Savannah – no matter how hot crazy and wild the sex, if it leads to pregnancy, it’s still the woman’s problem.In current British politics, a unicorn is an unattainable thing, often used in discussions about Brexit: "they can promise unicorns without worrying about having to deliver them" Guardian which means "promise the impossible" Unicorn" has some very specific sexual meanings which vary according to different social subgroups (a simple search will find them) which indicate rarity

In this context "unicorn" implies "the rare and magical person who is a perfect romantic partner for me". The dual meaning is appropriate, since not everyone believes such things exist.

What surprised me about this whole experience is how it isn’t just about sex, after all. B & P are some of my closest friends. We go to art museums and talk about how much we love Agnes Martin. We rent cars and drive upstate for weekends. We vacation together—once to Miami for Art Basel. Over late-night dinner at Katsuya in Miami Beach, while she went to the bathroom, B told me that he’s going to ask P to marry him. And he did, and they’re engaged, and I could not be happier for them. We all hook up together just about every time we hang out, but started also going out one-on-one for dinner or concerts. They’re the perfect relationship for me now—we have consistent enough sex that’s hot and loving at the same time, and this setup doesn’t require a whole lot of my time. They have each other; they fit into each other’s big plans. I mostly fit into their weekend plans, and I’m fine with that. I have a somewhat demanding job, a full social life, and an insatiable love of flirting with people, and a committed relationship just doesn’t fit into my schedule right now. But my couple—they’re perfect.