Trust me, lol, I am not the reverse of you. I am not bitter towards men at all. If anything I am at a place finally where I can see people are people.
In regards to men, some men are never going to be husband material. Like Ugly Guy. When he was there for me after I left the LTR, he was also the one telling me not to be so hard on the ex, because all men cheat. I am able to see that this is UG's reality. And that it would not be wise to involve LT feelings in any relationship I have with him. Wisdom. Before I might have tried to change him, (still talking about UG here, BTW) and then I might have been hurt when it didn't work out. Now I know better. Not only do I not think any less of him, I still find him incredibly attractive, and I will do what I can in our short term relationship to show him that marriage isn't something he needs to do, if he doesn't think he can be loyal to one woman forever. (I mean in general for him, lol, not talking about me here at all.)
Also in regards to men, when someone doesn't call me back, when someone flakes, when something bad happens, I don't get upset, or bitter. I look at it as fate, and that either the timing isn't right, or fate is keeping me from getting some awful STD.
Also, in regards to men. I am not looking for LTR, or seeking love desperately. I now have standards, and am not willing to fix anyone who isn't meeting them. When I say standards, I mean things like loyalty, honesty, and basic decency. I had a pattern before where I thought I could fix someone who lacked one of those traits. Now I know one must fix themselves, as I fixed whatever was wrong with me that kept me in that cycle of dating broken, dishonest, indecent men.
I have come along way. I am proud that I am not bitter, that I love men, and for the most part can understand them. I am proud that I am still a romantic. (Cheesy hallmark commercial music time...) I am proud that I still believe in love.
And yes, it is easy to touch a nerve, when you misconstrue everything I have said and twisted something good into something god awful, that even I would find repulsive. Like sleeping with someone because you felt like you had to. Gross.