Oh, HELL, yeah! I, too, moved around a lot as soon as I achieved escape velocity. Unfortunately, I got trapped back here in Colorado due to family ties, much like getting a paw caught in the La Brea tar pits. I still had my ‘other city’ wardrobe and manners. By the end of the first 90 days back here, I was dressed head-to-toe in ‘rape prevention’ costume* because the entire state is chock-full of ultra-aggressive ‘incels’. By, ultra-aggressive, I mean they walk right up to you and make obscene propositions. When you turn them down, they start screaming at you, red-faced, about how you ‘have to’ oblige them and that you’re too ugly to have a right to say no. But it’s not the fault of the internet, I starting experiencing that kind of entitled rage way back when I was a 12-year-old, getting creeped out by 50-year-old neighbors and classmate’s dads.
*‘rape prevention costume’ = Carhartt jeans, steel-toed workboots (for kicking) and giant loose shirts to wriggle out of when someone grabs the back of them. Mostly, just trying to not look vulnerable or female. I pretty much look like this guy, even though it didn’t help him any:
