Search Results: why do girls have to be perfect

According to my sister, my mother, my aunts and my cousins, all of these things are "instant red flags", and if I did any of them on a date, "it doesn't matter what you're like, how nice you are, or how good you look; literally ANY girl would instantly dump you for doing that":

- tucking in my shirt, buttoning my collar, and/or having my trousers pulled up (even when wearing a suit and tie)
- wearing any colors other than shades of grey, blue or brown
- smiling at her
- smiling at anyone else
- looking at her for more than three seconds
- looking away from her for more than three seconds
- not waiting for everyone else to sit down before taking a seat myself
- ordering the best value meal from the menu
- asking the staff about anything
- asking her about anything
- trying to engage in conversation with her
- not engaging in conversation with her
- laughing at anything
- failing to make her laugh
- making any jokes
- being too happy
- being too serious
- not paying enough attention
- paying too much attention
- looking 'out of it'
- looking like I'm too 'with it'
- not finishing my drink first before starting to eat, or vice versa
- spilling anything, even if it's a single drop
- holding my cutlery incorrectly
- putting my cutlery down incorrectly

And many, many more. So many. Are all of these true? And if they are, then just how in the hell is it supposed to be humanly possible for any guy to have a successful date with any girl? Tiny accidents and missteps will always happen, things will ALWAYS go wrong, and there's nothing I'm humanly capable of doing to stop them from happening. I'm not perfect. I can't be perfect. So should I just give up, knowing that any girl will instantly reject me and/or dump me the second that I make the tiniest little 'mistake', no matter what? Why even try?

Like it's always some chick who's a straight up babe. "I've learned to love my cellulite," and she's got a perfect hourglass figure, perky DD cups, the face of angel, soft straight hair that flows down to her middle back, legs sculpted by Venus herself, and a small amount of under-ass chub that she had since she was a little girl and couldn't torch off even though she spends an unrealistic amount of time at the gym.

This girl wouldn't have anything to worry about anyway, why does she have to act like snapping a pic of the one cellulite wrinkle on her ass is going to inspire two-ton-Annie to love the way she looks?