A man and woman in search of something are always blown apart, but it's the same wind that blows them.
The short story is the art form that deals with the individual when there is no longer a society to absorb him and when he is compelled to exist as it were by his own inner light.
Even if there were only two men left in the world and both of them saints they wouldn't be happy. One them would be bound to try and improve the other. That is the nature of things.
No man is as anti-feminist as a really feminine woman.