So far, I mean.
I’m 31. I’ve had two relationships; one lasted two years, the other about a year and a half. Not so much as a date since 2002.
Occasionally there are girls with whom I seem to share a connection, but I’m never motivated enough to pursue a relationship. It’s a combination of factors: fear of rejection, fickleness, mild self-loathing, and a propensity toward solitude. From my limited experience, I think of relationships as being suffocating, and I feel it’s unlikely that I could be there for a person as much as she would need.
It’s gotten easier to accept that I’ll be alone forever, but I do occasionally long for a real, human connection outside of work. I envy those who have someone by their side, supporting them, and I wonder who I’ll lean on when my shockingly easy life finally suffers the inevitable blows that everyone has to endure. I wonder why nearly everyone around me, even those with noxious personalities and similar hygiene, seems to have found his or her match, but a “normal,” even-keel guy like myself can never allow anyone to get close to him.
Even sex, which is supposed to be the prime motivator above all else, can’t cause me to toss aside my mental blocks. I just do what comes naturally to all guys, and then feel relieved that I don’t have to worry about prophylactics or morning-after pills.
Anyway, TMI and navel-gazing aside, who else here has been in my shoes? Were you able to change, or did you come to accept that you just weren’t cut out for close relationships?
I think what bothers me is that, although I think I can continue to carve out a decent life on my own, I’ll always wonder if I could have improved it by mustering up the will, wherever the hell it’s buried inside me, to pursue the sorts of connections that are second nature to to almost everybody else.