once upon a time
there was a women/girl/crone
who has given up on men.
She gave them the benifit of the doubt over and over again
and over and over again she would sigh deep sighs, and say “Im so tired of being so stupid. When will I learn?’

It wasnt that she was stupid, she was ust not quite sure what it was she was suppose to be learning.
She sat in front of the mirror watching the wrinkles deepen. Patience she was told was a virtue. She wasnt so sure about that herself