I don't get it, they never seem to like me. I can never seem to meet that many despite being very sociable and of the ones that I do meet their is never a mutual attraction, usually from their end. I don't get it, I'm apparently quite good looking (facially) and I'm a nice person. I'm kind, I'm funny, I'm caring and I'm not a push-over. I have never bought into all this bad-boy nonsense which perpetuates areas of this website and I doubt it is anything to do with that.
I'm thin, it is probably to do with that as girls prefer muscular guys which I'm not and I won't be unless I live in a gym. People then say, 'oh it's nothing to do with that' but I then don't know what it is.
I really don't see any point in trying, things never seem to work out for me and I just think the first step towards failure in this situation is trying. I've asked a few friends and they said they don't know, they say all the nonsense of 'you'll meet someone someday blah blah blah' but I don't see what will change as nothing has worked so far. If I also don't know what the problem is then I don't see any point in trying until I find out the problem.
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But what if the problem is dumb luck? What if only 1 in 10 girls is going to be interested in you and of the 1000 women you've gotten to know in your life so far, all the ones you happened to ask out were part of the other 900?
Anyway, if you're ready to give up, maybe you should just focus your energy on becoming the person you most want to be. If, at some point in the future, you find that you want to try dating again, you'll be an even better catch.
I don't really know what I'm talking about - I know men get stuck with the approach most of the time and that makes you all intensely aware of the rejection. But after my divorce I was so wounded I swore I'd never date again - why put myself through more heartbreak. I continued wearing my ring for years, just to guarantee that no decent men would ask me out. And then one day it just hit me that this guy I saw on a daily basis was attracted to me and I was attracted to him, too, and I was back in. It was genuinely that involuntary. He broke my heart, too, but it was worth it because returning to the dating pool meant that now I'm dating a guy who is better than I could possibly deserve. This took eight agonizing years, but it leaves me agreeing with your "you'll meet someone someday" friends. Wishing you the best.1