What do (pathetic) men want in a woman? Who knows? Certainly, they don't. They don't want the young ones, or the sweet ones, or the smart ones, or the ambitious ones, or the ones concerned about the state of the world. OK, but which women does that leave? God only knows, which is why they're left on their knees and praying for love. But listen to that prayer at the end: "please" is soft, almost inaudible; "answer my prayer" is loud and clear. It's more a demand than a plea. They're sure love is something they're owed, and that's the problem with lonely nebbishes of the world: you don't deserve the woman of your (confused, silly) dreams just because you live and breathe. If you want to be loved, somebody's gonna have to do the loving. And if no actual human beings seems very appealing to you, love ain't happening for you. (And if all women grate on you, why do you want love anyway?) It's as simple as that. If only it were as simple as that.