In caveman times, relationships were simple and uncomplicated,
You would just grab a female by the hair and have your way with her, before tossing her aside again...,
Now, you have to woo her, like some wogian of yesteryear,
Buy her flowers, say sweet things to her, smile a lot of fake smiles,
Caress her hand gingerly, etc.

So, what’s a modern male looking for in a woman in order to transcend his ‘caveman-ness’? What does he need in a woman to become ‘the prince-in-shining-armour’?
He needs to be able to look in her eyes and tell her:
“I’m unlike anything you could ever understand, in fact, you will never understand me. I have needs and urges you can never fathom, some of them will scare you stiff, others will thrill you beyond belief... But, it’s Ok, don’t worry, I will not hurt you or our young ones, in fact, I will gladly sacrifice my life for your and their protection, and work like a dog to provide for you.[Disclaimer: I’m talking here about 99% of the male population, I am, of course aware of the aberrant few who are the exception...] I want to always love you, always care for you. I want you to be my best friend, my lover, my whore... I want you to be the able mother and moral teacher of my children, I want to show you off to my peers, I want to be proud of you always... I want to always be intoxicated by your mystery, your unutterable femininity... I need you to understand that I will constantly make mistakes, sometimes I will hurt you deeply, not because I wish to, no, mostly, its because I don’t see why something is wrong, in these instances, you have to be woman enough to correct me, at the right time, in the right way, so as not to offend me and alienate me, ‘cause, I do suffer from insufferable pride, and the last thing I want is for you to drive me away from you... At times, fear will overtake me and like a little boy, I will need some mothering, not for long, just till I recover, do not mistake this for weakness, for very soon I will be ready to take up my sword again and go on to be a warrior to be reckoned with... A jerk, I will be at least six times a day, overlook it, teach me gently, and the jerking will diminish, believe me, it is so... At times I will need my space and or time away with the boys, you must let me go, otherwise you will either castrate me or estrange me, and I will seek comfort and understanding in the bosom of a strange woman in a New York minute... I could go on ad-infinitum, but, finally, I want to be able to meaningfully hold your hand, look into your eyes and know that even though you know all these horrible things about me, you are able to see beyond them, to focus on my good points, and they’re many, believe it, it is so. I need to know that you see a man you love and adore, a man who makes your heart sing, a man who understands you, a man who adds meaning to your life, a man you want to spend the rest of your life with, even though, he’s sooooo screwed up...”