Yes, for me it was the Year of No Women.
I had moved to Florida ostensibly to gain an advanced degree, although it was really to get away from my situation in New York. While living in Florida I had aboslutly no luck with women at all. No one that I hit on would go out with me or even have a cup of coffee with me. I had made some female friends, but anything even remotely amorous or sexual was doomed to failure.
So, one of my female friends wants to drive up to Norfolk to visit an old friend. There's going to be a party, and we will be staying for the weekend. Cool, I'm in. I've heard a lot of fun stories about this guy, so there should be plenty of people to meet and friends to make. We drive up there, and I have a good time, fun party, but I don't get a vibe from any of the women. One guy is horsing around and trips over a chair and lands in my lap. I help him up and he checks me out. He gives my leg a squeeze and tells me that he has some crash space if Liam's place is too crowded if I want to sleep or if I want anything more. I tell him that I'm cool, and he goes his way. I talk to my friend later about it and she says, yep, he wants you. You're just his type, and he's bi.
I felt really wierd about it for a little while, and a little depressed. While a little curious, I doubt that I would move on any opportunity, and I was depressed that the only action I could find was some that I didn't want.
Later that year some other guy hit on me, and I said no thanks, and we went our ways peacably and without stress.
And then I left Florida, and was never hit on by a guy again.
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