Romance is a dance, and the boys seem to have forgotten their moves ... or, they've been terrified into not making them.
Sad.
I mean, I endured my share of sexual harassment in those horrible h.s. years as a teenager in the 1970s... but I was one of five daughters, no brothers, alas, poor Dad, and to this day, I tend to prefer the company of men and talk of greasy engines, corn futures, and power tools, but talk of pedicures and hair salons and shopping, ugh, ugh, or worse yet, put me in a shopping mall.... now that's toxic!