Educated women unable to find men despite willingness to accept some twattish qualities

INTELLIGENT young women are struggling to find partners despite being open to men who are sometimes a bit twattish.

As it emerged that many degree-educated females are now freezing their eggs, woman confirmed that they are not even that fussy.

29-year-old graduate Mary Fisher said: “We don’t even expect that much. I could handle a bloke who, while having some good qualities, is still occasionally a bit of a twat about things like who drives the hire car on holiday.

“The problem is that most of them are total twats, as evidenced by my dating apps full of men who like ‘the gym and protein drinks’, ‘fit birds with slamming bods’ and ‘banging tunes’.”

32-year-old account executive Susan Traherne said: “I’m really not mega picky. I’d probably go out with Eamonn Holmes if he was single, or whoever currently plays Compo in Last of the Summer Wine.

“I just want a man who doesn’t own more toiletries than me while also being weirdly aggressive. Ideally he will have read at least one book voluntarily, even if it’s just about soldiers.”

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