I wouldn't say I was as comfy with women as the Original Poster is, but I do tend to do better socially with women than with men. I was never a superstud but once I'd ironed out a few flaws in my teenage social ineptitude, I always somehow managed to find partners, and they always lasted quite a long time even though I didn't begin to suspect I had AS till last year. It's nearly always been me who has ended the relationships, and looking back I'm astonished at how many of them would have been OK about continuing with me if I hadn't quit. Living with them or being with them a lot has always proved too much of a strain for me eventually (apart from my current wife who left me after I was diagnosed but still wants to keep the marriage going
). I've never lived with a guy, and don't like the idea of doing so.
I've got male and female friends, and I try to be reasonably non-sexist about them, but deepdown I have to admit that I put a higher value on the women. Men generally seem less friendly towards me for some reason, they seem more competitive, brash and insensitive. I've always been comfortable with most of the gay men I've known, though I'm not gay myself, so perhaps it's my loathing for macho traits that's at the root of my preferences. On the other hand I'm not keen on women who are too girly or over-sexualised, even though having them around has been known to boost my perceived status......that can be nice but I don't have a lot of interest in trying to look like an alpha-male - a female colleague once saw me with a (conventionally) pretty woman I was dating, and told me that she'd had to re-think her idea of me because she'd hitherto felt sorry for me - I was furious that she was judging me on such stupid criteria.
Strangely I didn't relate well to my mother when I was a child, and much preferred my dad's company......he was a nice caring guy on the whole, while fact mum was by far the more aggressive of the two. In spite of her personality she did most of the stereotypical female things - knitting, cooking, women's magazines, sending birthday cards, always wore skirts and a bit of makeup (though she never looked over-sexualised), no interest in male activities, didn't have the shoes to walk through a muddy field, never tried to fathom anything technical.
Don't know what the explanation is.......maybe it's because I can sit through a Catherine Cookson movie without throwing up? Seriously, as long as the friendship hasn't become sexual AND got into conflicts and disharmony, I tend to be quite good at listening and being supportive and helpful.....can't think what the hell else they see in me. And it's by no means universal - I think most women, like most men, see me as an insignificant nobody. But the ones who do give me a chance usually grow quite fond of me, and without them my life would barely have been worth living.