WELL, DARN: I Was A Female ‘Player’ — But It Wasn’t Actually All That Much Fun. “At the end of each date, I’d be irritated with them for being some way they always were. I’d write them off until the next time they called. Then, it would start all over again. I’d blame them for this scenario. I’d mentally accuse them of being lame, unavailable guys who just wanted to use women, had a lot of issues, and weren’t ready for the real thing. As I laid there in my bed dissecting my weekend male encounters, it dawned on me. It was not them. It was me. . . . I was acting like an emotionally unavailable man.”

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