All my encounters with women end the same way, with me getting my face ruined. By fists, feet, drinks, mace, tazers, weapons of opportunity, car doors, and a boomerang once in Australia. I flirted with misogyny, but it punched me in the face too. I even tried men, but they just made love to my face, and that hardly seemed better.
So that's me. Female fist magnet. But I know that somewhere out there is the fist for me.