I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it couldn’t be just me.

As many people have read and commented on, I haven’t had the best luck with women up here in the DC area. It has somewhat turned me sour towards women in this area (not the ones I personally know, but a good chunk of the rest). Well, it turns out, it’s not just me…it’s women in general.

Now, before you start bashing me for generalizing, hear me out.

I was reading Digg.com yesterday, near the end of the day, and came across an article on DoubleViking.com (admittedly a “guy site”) entitled Unfortunate (Sexual) Things About Being a Man. One part of the article struck me right away: that women just seem to hate men…especially meeting men in social situations.

Don’t believe me? Read for yourself:

Norah Vincent is a lesbian journalist. I say this not because “lesbian” is one of the only things one might need to know about her, but to bring to mind the cliché that most lesbians, to some extent, hate or dislike men.

Vincent’s book, A Self-Made Man, chronicles the year and a half she spent disguised as a man named “Ned,” in order to find out how the lives of men are different from the lives of women. While most of her findings could have been easily figured out without all the effort involved in cross-dressing (incidentally, men are less vocal about emotions than women), one particular finding is especially interesting:

Don’t you just love those moments when you catch the end of a conversation and end up thinking “WTF?!?” I semi-sort of had one of those moments last night.

So I’m sitting down at King Street Blues in Crystal City last night, watching the Vikings-Redskins game (*snicker snicker snicker*) and during a commercial break I hear part of a converstaion coming from behind me. A conversation about carpet. Pretty benign stuff, right? First, I’m thinking, “Who talks about *carpet* in the middle of a bar?!?” So, I decide to turn around to get a glance at the conversationalists and lo and behold…