I didn't like women much for a few years when I was a teen. We lived at my aunt's house, quite far away from where I went to school in the school year, and I had only one friend whom I saw perhaps once every two weeks over the summer. This was before I turned sixteen and got a job (all year, full time in summer) and wasn't so all-all-alone. My mother and aunt didn't work then. We were poor (long story), so not much money for entertainment. My life as I saw it was a round of going to the grocery store, going to the laundramat, going to the Slenderella shaking leatherette parlor (a weightloss treatment), talking about what to make for dinner, doing the dishes, talking about their horrible brothers, my uncles (family grudge). The highlight was going to the library, where I took out as many books as they'd let me.
I arranged all my aunt's collected buttons, did the newspaper crossword puzzles, stared into space, read my deceased uncle's books (Wyatt Earp, Zane Grey), got a start on the Dickens' books. I was so bored I even read the sports pages, which started me on a life of reading about sports.
In my seventeenth summer (now there was a book, by Maureen Daly), I was spirited away on a trip with my father and three guys to shoot footage for an industrial film for Armour & Co.. about a feed additive. This was part of my not going in the convent that year, as I got a crush on one of the crew. Anyway, my point is, I loved the conversations... so different from being with my mother and aunt. I suddenly felt alive, and not just re having an adolescent crush.
I pulled out of that bias for male talk fairly soon in that I got to know female friends who I liked talking with too... now I'm interested in good talk from any quarter. But I remember my strong urge to get away from my mother and aunt and laundry and grocery conversation.