It is really hard to not start to really loathe men when framed in the kind of set up you find yourself.
I got to the point in BKK where I wondered if any man alive would turn down a try on an inexpensive, barely out of puberty, prostititute. And I started to despise men in quite a generalised fashion towards the end.
The Trick is to start hanging out with the sort of men who just aren't in to the male pack thing. The ones you see always ducking out early of the boys nights out.
They are out there love. Doesn't have to be for romance if that is not what you up for. But it does help restore your faith in humanity a bit.
The guys you are mates with may be very personable, but they are not nice men.
You can't trample on another human being like that, and be fundamentally nice, cos your conscience woildn't let you.
And it can be very damaging to allow their letting of you into their club as a spectator colour your vision of what is normal.
It is normal for them, but honest love,( and it took me a good while post BKK to get past my prejudice) it is not normal per se.
I know a handful of men like this these days, (that I aviod like the plague) the rest are the ones I wouldn't have hung out with back in the day, cos they were going home to their family not going out drinking (or worse).