Does being a pathetic loser count?
Heh, heh. Bingo. I’m not sure it’s worth trading my space for companionship. Maybe attached folks think that’s a silly reason, but it’s an important one for me…
Because my CD drive on my computer doesn’t work. What’s the point of dating if I can’t make her mix CD’s?
You may not be legally married; but you’re certainly not single.
Most of you guys are single because you’re begging for loneliness. Start waking up and looking in the mirror and thinking, “I would hit that any day”, and mean it. Nobody will like you until you like yourself.
And hitting myself is supposed to help? 
That is certainly true. The foundation work must be done.
I think you’re missing something, and it’s the example in the first definition.
That makes sense, then. It’s just the first time I’ve seen that usage, is all.
Apparently you don’t read Fark. 
Hm. Too lazy. Girlfriends are work.
Hrm. Maybe it’s not in use in Ontario. For that matter, I don’t even know if it’s in use in the northern U.S. Here in San Diego everyone knows what you’re talking about if a pretty girl walks by and you say “I’d hit it.”
Why I was single all through high school and college? I was a nice guy.
No, not a guy who’s considerate and fun to be around, I was a Nice Guy[sup]TM[/sup]. Just about every thing that’s been said in other “nice guy” threads to describe them, that was me.
Man, if I had a time machine I’d probably go back and slap the shit out of myself.
I was 100% sure that my “because you’re in love with someone who doesn’t like you” was the dumbest reason ever. Wrong again.
Anyway people all over Ontario say “I’d hit it.” It’s very common. I was telling myself I’d hit it in my Ontario bathroom just 20 minutes ago. I didn’t mean it though. I was just kidding. Probably that’s why it’s not working.
Close. Most nice guys are perfectly likeable, they’re just not lustable. So I agree with fetus: the most lust-inducing thing in the world is confidence. Grow some balls, guys. When you realize the crazy bold moves that paralyze you with inhibition will work most of a time with most women who’re even halfway interested in you – go for yours. Nobody will lust after you unless you sell that crazy self-confidence.
If you get shot down, skip over her ass and move to the next one interesting girl. Just don’t be bitter and call her a bitch. Sometimes she realizes what a mistake she made not giving you a shot and tries to exercise that woman’s perogative.
Right now? Because I want to focus on selling my first novel and finishing my second novel and a guy (especially a non-supportive one, which all too many of them are) would distract me away from my goal. I don’t think that’s a stupid reason, but some other people do.
Damn, but I wish I could find some hot writers who would support me in my writing but also like make out and stuff.
Maybe just not people I know. 
Read the entire thread before venturing a reply.
Been in many relationships. Remember the names of everyone I’ve ever had sex with, and miss most of them, even the ones who were really really bad news. On speaking terms with about 50% of the rest, consider them among my best friends. Most of them (including those I’m not still in touch with) I’d consider way-eligible for new-again rels if they were open to it. Really really good people and I love them.
Never been married, never will be. Only once promised exclusivity, retracted it about 15 days later. Can’t recall any time ever in my life that I wanted to be married. Very short period of time age 17-19ish when I might have gone for it for lack of having thought of it one way or the other, but it would not have occurred to me even then.
My reason in short: not exclusive, not monogamist, not inclined to promise what I’m going to do or going to feel.
Marriage is foreign, weird, and to me stupid and disgusting. Incomprehensible.
My current rel is my longest-lasting. Neither of us was inclined to pack it in when the initial obsessive passion of being-in-love went away, and we stayed together as a companionable loving couple, and might well stick together until one of us dies. Love, as a different thing from “in-love”, persists, and we care about one another and take care of each other. She’s theoretically monogamous, I’m not. We both miss being “in-love”.
I keep hoping she meets someone and it happens for her, and me and her stay connected throughout and are there for each other when it’s over. With or without him also still being there for her when it’s over.
It could happen to me instead. which could be far more destructive to what we have: I could fall in love with someone (“in-love”). Get obsessed, etc. Damn, that’s delicious, and I do miss it! Would I risk losing the long-term rel I’ve got for that? Maybe. Can’t promise otherwise. Never did promise otherwise.
How could anyone? It’s a passion for which folks have sacrificed everything for a momentary taste! We are so wired. I would never contract to forego it. To do so would only be to make a vow that I would break. Are married folks who do the vow-thing different? Mostly, no. Those that are? Not happier, I’ll warrant.
Marriage is a relic. Commit to the persons who are your co-parents, for the life of your children. Don’t confuse it with other (erotic, romantic) commitments. Commit to love, passion, the person for whom you feel it…for as long as you feel it. Be nice to them when it’s time to go. Cope, as astonishlingly painful as it is, when for them it is time to go and you weren’t ready. Know, going in, that there is always the risk that you will be left, and will hurt, and it will hurt like no pain you’ve ever known before. Accept that, as part of being human. No religion, no vow, and no protective institution, can protect you from that. (They may, under some circumstances, most of them belonging exclusively to the past, preserve the official monogamous relationship, but what you retain is a hollow shell).
Single? I was born this way. Genuine transcendence of single indiv identity is via spirituality, not marriage. (I am We who are, and, beyond that, That Which Is, and to the extent I “get” that , who I am does not need to die with the death of me as an individual). Aside from that? I was born individual, and I will die as an individual, and so shall you. If you don’t like being alone, transcend indiv experience; there’s no permanent solution in romantic passion. Sorry.
Wow, that was cogent, Ahunter3
As for me, well, you decide if my staying single is dumb or not: in 1990, my ex-GF called, crying about how she was left holding the baby of the bio-dad, for whom she’d dumped. So I traveled 5,000 miles to become a husband & dad with one step off an airplane. Obviously, I hadn’t considered the possiblility that she didn’t love me, but just wanted support. I also hadn’t realized that I’d become so nuts about the smart, funny, adorable baby she’d given birth to. She admitted that when she got mad she hit the baby, so when she started hitting me I hung in there, thinking I was running interference for the kid.
Another point of ingnorance on my part was that I thought manic-depression means that one is either giddy-giddy happy or bleakly depressed. Actually, it can mean that one is either depressed and locked in her room with a jug of wine and pain/muscle-relaxant meds, with the “highs” being not elation but rather rage: consisting of venturing out to scream at one’s family and break furniture. These rages included beating our four-year old daughter with a belt, a broken-off chair leg, or whatever was at hand. Other highlights were jobs that were quit/income that was lost after her first bad day at them; shopping sprees that may have made her feel better about life but left me worried about the bills; and a sex life that left me like a whipped dog with its tail between its legs (but in my case it wasn’t a tail).
Now I’m raising the baby (actually a 15-year old; but she’ll always be my baby) in a different state from my ex. So besides the fact that I’ve squandered one-third of my life absorbing abuse and all I have left is a middle-age frame with chronic anemeia, bags under my eyes and 25.1 on the body-mass index, my dumb reason for staying single is that I am a dumb guy. But at least I know my limitations.
emphasis mine.
You should add “…And a 15-year old daughter who’s safe from abuse.” I bet she doesn’t think you squandered your life.
Actually, at 15, she might. But she’ll grow out of that ;).