Hey, sad dudes, I found a blog post you'll like. It's about how fat Portland girls don't put out. I think. It is called "6 reasons why Portland sucks for single men."

“The city where young people go to retire” is not an exaggeration. Portland truly is a magnet for people who want to do nothing with their lives at all. If you can find one of the few girls who isn’t an antisocial weirdo, all she’ll do is repeat feminist cliches or lay down obnoxious sarcasm until your dick shrinks to the size of an olive. She’ll be happy to bloviate about her made-up sexual orientation—pansexual, demisexual, polyamorous or whatever—all day, but she’ll have absolutely no interest in what you have to say.

For example, whenever I brought up the fact that I hitchhiked here all the way from New York (which most normal people think is pretty interesting), the typical response from girls was a nonchalant “Yeah, that’s cool.”

Oh my god, I have DEFINITELY given dudes olive dick by failing to exhibit sufficient interest in their awesome travel stories. OH MY GOD! I'M DOING IT NOW!

This article was sent to me by Dave Bow, who wrote about Portland's pick-up artist scene for us a few years back. Desperation and entitlement are a nasty little stew.