Have I become too misandrist to date men?

Have I become too misandrist to date men?

Something has been brewing in me for a while now. Like a tea bag left for too long, I have started to turn everything around me dark and bitter. Tainting everything I see with this darkness, but am I wrong? Or just astute. Men have been hating women while simultaneously dating them for millennia so what's stopping me? 

I am going to head back out into the dating scene after a long hiatus of one month and will report back on the following; 

  • If it’s still as dire out there

  • Whether you can be both a man hater and not be hated by men? (Not for me it seems)

  • If men are still annoying


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  1. SophiaFebruary 25, 2025 at 6:46 PM

    I am eagerly awaiting the results of this survey

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    1. Diary of a WitchMarch 2, 2025 at 7:59 AM

      I am just collating the data but it is not looking good lol

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