Cold Hearts

In all my time here, I have been unable to understand what the deal is with the women of Seattle and Western Washington. I've heard many a tale, and have had nothing bad bad experiences myself. They all seem to play the part of the coldest, hardest bitches I know. I am sorry to put it like that, but can't think of a better way to quantify their mentality. Maybe they do not like men from outside. My first thought was that a cloud from the era of prostitution still hangs darkly over this old port town built on debauchery. Whatever it is, I do not wish to know, and resolve not to bother with any of the native women here, during the rest of my stay, or internment, in this weathered port. Of course, a lot of it has to do with online dating, which explores the most mentally unstable portion of any population. It's difficult to discern wherein the problem lies. For some time, I have thought it rests with me, but am no longer gullible or naive enough to believe that one. Something is going on here. A vast shift of the universe. But it does not feel kosher. It is merely hate being replaced with hate. Misandry replacing misogyny. Two wrongs make not a right, and you reap what you sew. Meanwhile, I am looking forward to the next phase of my life. I have never felt welcomed anywhere, but am beginning to be able to welcome myself, and be comfortable with myself. I am repairing the mind and spirit wherever possible, but it may be much easier to apply the final sutures out of this environment, where my very presence, as a male, is treated with malice.