Search Results: finding out if he likes me

I just see a whole lot about how we need more housing, there isn't any housing available. Yet I look on the market and I'm still finding places for under 100,000 without plumbing or roof problems that just need updating, maybe some siding and lack central AC.

I get that ideal houses, and newer houses are ludicrously priced right now, but you could buy like 8 places in the hood for one "nice" place in the burbs right now.

I could be biased though, what are your thoughts?

Like if women want 6ft+ x y and z in a man, do you find they end up finding it.
I personally see them single mostly, in cuckoo land

I personally get great joy ignoring these women IRL and on apps

"Finding My Voice"

I wake up every morning, but the world is still so loud.

I see their eyes are staring; I see their heads in clouds.

They whisper when they see me like I’m less than who I am.

But they don’t know the silence, and they don’t understand

I longed to hear the laughter, but it fades before it starts.

The voices that they mock me with, they tear apart my heart.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

I wish I could be spoken to; I wish they’d see my face and not the shadow of my sorrow or the emptiness at chase.

They smile, they laugh, they speak their truths, but they forget my soul.

Then I’m just like them inside, just trying to be whole.

I see them turn away from me; I feel the stare of scorn, but all I want is to be seen, to feel I’m not for

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

In the quiet of my world, I hear nothing but the lies of people who don’t understand the love that I can’t disguise.

I’m reaching for connection, but my hands are pushed away; all I wanted was for someone to stay.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

So I’ll keep on walking though my heart may break, and maybe one day they’ll see me for my soul's sake.

In my silence, I’ll rise… I’ll find my own way, and maybe then they’ll hear what I couldn’t say.

Oooohhhhh

Im not talking about a relationship where the woman is using the man for dates, food, experiences and other bullshit irrelevant to visceral natural love

Which feature is more heavy in finding a partner for men and women respectively.