Specifically, I hate when I go out with someone I find funny and interesting to whom I’m attracted, and it becomes patently obvious by the end of evening that they feel nothing whatsoever for me.
And I hate being the only one – literally, the only one – of my cohort of friends who’s not in a relationship.
I’m not that fucking unappealing.
That is all.
Ugh.
Me, too.
I also hate being single. By the time my father was my age, he was married and had three kids.
Of course, he was also divorced, and died at age 50.
Perhaps it’s time for another Doper dating thread.
Could be worse. At least you’re getting dates, right? Being single without anyone to be interested in at all is worse, I think.
I agree.
I stand suitably chastened.
Don’t be. No matter what your gripe, there’s always someone with a worse gripe of a similar sort. Doesn’t undermine the validity of yours.
Oi. I alternate between not being able to get any dates to having a small spurt (well, 2 or 3) of bad ones, which makes me appreciate the whole dateless thing for a while, although getting on three years is being a bit trying.
What I hate worst, though, is being stood up, which happens more frequently than actual dates, good or otherwise. What the ufck is it about L.A. that this is s.o.p. for a substantial amount of the female population?
I don’t want much; just a tall, curvy brunette who sounds like Marlene Dietrich, plays a good game of chess, quotes Shakespeare, does integration by parts in her head, drinks her Irish whiskey neat, and stays up 'til 2AM. You’d think the neighborhood would be crawling with them, all batting eyelashes and making swooning noises at me, but no. Go figure.
Stranger
I try to make the most of each day, and not think about what other people are doing/not doing and just trying to stay loose and have fun.
That said, it does get a bit tiresome adding to the mental ‘Their loss, not mine’ list.
You think you’ve got it bad? Try being a single man in Boulder, Colorado without dates and a hatchet in the forehead!
Okay, so only the location applies, but hypothitically I bet that would still really suck. Even more than just not having any immediate prospects.
threemae:
At least you still have a forehead.
I guess it’s an interesting question, come to that. Which is worse: to never have a chance at happiness (defined for the purposes of this hypothetical as a committed, long-term relationship), or to have the chance at happiness and fail to take advantage of it?
How old are you Stranger? My friends are mostly in their late 20s and I do know a lot of doctors and scientists I could hook you up with. Sadly, they are all Indian and tiny with black hair. Also, there’s that whole husband-hunting thing…oh well, I’ll keep my eyes open for you.
Damn- substitute a redhead in there and you’ve found the girl of my brother’s dreams. Of course, she also has to find Blazing Saddles hysterically funny.
I feel badly for him- he’s 35 with no girl prospects, but he is good looking, funny, well-educated, smart, strong family man and makes great money. Drawback- very dangerous job that he won’t be telling her much about, and he’ll be gone a lot. Seems to cut relationships pretty short…
Isn’t that bad enough? ::D&R! D&R!::
Enfant Terrible does have a very good point, overall. There’s a lot of worth in being comfortable all on your own, and obsessing over it is silly. On the other hand, even rejection is interesting at least; long stretches of disinterest are just empty.
Bad dates?
Did the monkey die?
obscure?
Everyone loves a good Raiders of the Lost Ark joke!
You beat me to it.
Bastards.
You know what is worse than having a bad date? It’s a bad date that you can’t get rid of. I went out with this one woman about three weeks ago and she didn’t quite click with me. I didn’t contact her again after the date but she keeps calling, IM’ing and texting me. I can’t get her to leave me alone.
Maybe if I stop sleeping with her she’ll go away.
“Dr. Jones, again we see there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away.”
I’m mostly kidding about the requisite attributes (well, except for the integration by parts thing–yeah, that’s a must); I’d like to think I’m pretty accomodating in regard to appearance as long as the woman in question is reasonably active and presentable without the need to cake on the makeup. Intellect is far more appealing than a Max Factor spokesmodel in my eyes. I’m in my middle-ish 30s…but I wouldn’t want to deceive anyone in thinking I’m marriage material. eHarmony gave me the big bird because of that, I guess. grumble grumble
Stranger