If you are straight man, your society judges you primarily, if not exclusively, on:
One time as a young adult I was getting my car serviced at a dealership.
The car was a luxury car that I had bought with the fumes of money earned working during the dot-com era.
While I was in the waiting area, a much, much older woman was seated beside me.
At one point she put her hand on my knee and then went through an inventory of all her financial assets, real estate, and cars.
Then she said something like "I've got all this stuff and no one to share it with."
She presumably thought I had rejected her advances, but rather I was completely oblivious.
Many years later, the memory above remains vivid because it was an extreme outlier.