My effort to reach out to her revealed my humanity to her, I think, and, if my past experiences indicate anything to me, the moment when I recoiled at the thought of how things really were on their end, and their likely attitudes towards me, a moment expressed in my last post of the prior evening, that expression of my revulsion strikes women such as her as a betrayal of them. After all, they recognized my humanity in that moment I reached out to them, but I failed to acknowledge that recognition of my humanity on their part when I would so fearfully demonstrate a recoiling at what had gone on prior to that moment. So the way they see it, typically, is that they recognize me, but I don't recognize them, when all is said and done. I'm trying to do better.