With a touch of irony

I used to think that ideal men didn't exist, but then

I booked a trip to Bali and realized that there’s no such thing as a perfect vacation—but you still have to make the best of it.

You know, at our age, you know exactly what you want—and, more importantly, what you definitely don’t want.

I used to think perfect men didn't exist...

But then I booked a trip to Bali and realized: perfect vacations don't exist either—though escaping reality is still a blast.

Especially when this "specimen" tries to wax poetic about spirituality while burning through your favorite incense, snoring louder than the local waterfall, and genuinely believing that a "sock tan" is the height of sex appeal. Thanks, honey, but I think I’ll just finish this mango and swim with the dolphins myself while you hunt for Wi-Fi in the jungle.

All in all, girls, the ideal man is someone who knows when to keep quiet, pays for dinner himself, and doesn't go poking his nose—or his advice—into your suitcase. And if you can't find one within a hundred-kilometer radius? No big deal—we’ve always got a playlist, a glass of Prosecco, and a tan the color of an explosive mix of ambition and freedom!