Every year I go back home for Chinese New Year, and my seven aunts and eight uncles always ask me: For someone almost 30, why aren’t you married yet? I say I don’t want to, but that’s not really it—I just haven’t met the right person. The guys at the factory all dress in styles that are anything but mainstream, and some even dye their hair yellow; we just can’t really connect. As for those who trade crypto, no one seems interested in me. The broke ones think I’m a gambler. The ones with money think I’m too old, and everyone prefers an 18-year-old. These days, finding a partner is harder than finding a class to get into.