Slightly off-topic, but let’s have some fun with this tantalizing question. Let me answer this with a joke (not of my own making), which in my view strikes the perfect balance of the innate differences between men and women that must be accepted by either:
Two 80-year old long-lost male friends are finally reunited and sitting on a bench in New York Central Park reminiscing about life. One married to the same woman for sixty years, the other one having had many relationships but never married.
The never-married guy wonders what he did wrong and asks how on earth the other guy accomplished such a monogamous feat. The married-guy answers: it’s straightforward, I make all the big decisions, and my wife makes all the small decisions.
Frowning, the never-married guy barks back to call him a filthy chauvinistic pig. Not so, recants the married-guy; in all my sixty years with her, there have never been any big decisions.
By all means, marry; if you get a good wife, you’ll become happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher. — Socrates