I'm starting to realize that the lack of female interaction in my life isn't just a phase or a dry spell; it's becoming a quiet, creeping void that's reshaping who I am. I go through my days—work, gym, home—and the voices and perspectives I encounter are almost exclusively male, creating an echo chamber where my own thoughts and behaviors go unchecked and unchallenged. I'm forgetting the subtle nuances of female conversation, the easy give-and-take, the way a simple shared glance with a woman can make me feel seen and human. The longer this goes on, the more I fear I'm not just missing out on sex or romance, but on a fundamental part of the human experience, a part of myself that's withering from neglect, and I'm terrified that one day I'll wake up and realize I've forgotten how to connect with half the world altogether.