**AITA for thinking Sean "Mr. Bed Chem" Evans is just a glorified HR seminar mask?**
Okay, look. I know he’s the internet’s sweetheart. The "green flag" king. The guy who makes women collectively swoon by reciting the Heimlich maneuver in a dusty library. But am I the only one who’s getting major *uncanny valley* vibes?
TL;DR: Man posts a video of himself "lovingly" organizing his bookshelf by the Dewey Decimal system while whispering about emotional availability, and suddenly he’s a saint? Meanwhile, my guy has the exact same "soft boy" energy as a Chat GPT prompt designed by a Hinge executive. You can't convince me he doesn't have a secret Reddit account where he rates his own thirst traps.
He’s the human equivalent of a weighted blanket: comforting in theory, but you’re sweating underneath after five minutes. I bet he says "I cherish you" while simultaneously logging your conversation length for a 23andMe compatibility report.
AITA for thinking we’ve all been gaslit into believing he’s the peak of male evolution? Or are we just so starved for a man who doesn't commit tax fraud on a first date that we handed him the crown? The bar is in hell, ladies. And Sean Evans is standing on a stool.