C’mon man.
I can rewrite the opening diatribe with simple modification of the details, and it would say the virtual opposite.
A guy just needs to wear a neat suit, pledge to spend unlimited years in kollel, dress in the mandated uniform of the yeshiva, look down at peers who chose careers to provide parnosoh, have lots of kids, broadcast the latest in chumros to impose on the family, and proudly get accepted with a yes that must just not be truly deserved. But then, it’s usually too late to back out.
Shidduchim entails a huge element of Syatta Dishmaya, and many defy logic. The two candidates that met were just propped images that were provided for the other to see, with little reality until after the wedding. With all our efforts to screen the prospects, we must still daven intensely to be zocheh to find the right one, and to establish and maintain a good marriage. The genders do have different experiences, but if we total all the variables, no one wins and no one loses the contest.