[QUOTE=Beware of Doug]
You don’t know the half of it, dearie. You’ve heard of Catch-22? I’ve got it coming and going. I’ve got Catch-44! And I’m tired of fighting it, but that’s the only way out. I’ll have to learn to love myself and fight myself at the same time – while being open and kind to people and doing things I no longer have the luxury of believing in.
I think I need the Zen Master to slam the gate and break my hand. Or maybe my skull.
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It couldn’t hurt.
For Pete’s sake, I’ve never met you and, based purely on your postings in this thread (and similar relationship threads) I wouldn’t date you on a stone-cold dare. Martyr much? Self-pity isn’t an attractive emotion, bub. Nobody - male or female (before you get a chance to blame my entire, cold-hearted gender for your lack o’ social life) - enjoys spending time with someone whose dominant thought pattern appears to be “Oh woe is me”.
You never rise to the level of a consideration about whether or not you have friends - it sounds like you’re miserable, and miserable people are flat-out no damn fun to be around. It’s a harsh fact of life. If you’re unfortunate enough to be miserable and not have any friends to stick with you through your misery, then you’re either going to have to go through it alone, or meet other people who are equally miserable - and therefore no fun to be with themselves.
I’m infinitely glad my dating days are over. I’ve been there, done that. I spent my own fair share of time in a prolonged dating dry spell - and I’m telling you what was told me (since it was accurate then and remains so still). You must be a valueable person with much to recommend you (after all, you’re a Doper, geez). But spending all your time in an extended pity party because you’ve yet to have a Harlequin Romance Novel Moment wherein you lock gazes with your One True Love across a crowded room and you both know you’re Destined For Each Other and fall into each other’s arms profession passion and undying love is not a helpful thing. It’s actually profoundly stupid and almost certainly guaranteed to cause you to wind up alone.
I don’t care if you ever learn to love yourself - actually I think that particular phrase is quite possibly the single most irritating piece of pseudopsychobabble ever, right up there with the use of the word “actualize”. Really, learning to love yourself isn’t necessary. What is necessary is not carting around (and inflicting all over anyone in your general vicinity) self-pity, martyrdom and bitterness.
The whole “does he have friends” thing isn’t so much a test (at least when applied by fully adult women as opposed to the permanently trapped in high school pretenders) as it is a question to be asked and answered - not unlike questions about religious orientation or career choices. If an adult human being has no friends at all - you gotta wonder why. Are they new in town? Speak the language? Have no time because they spend all their free time catering to Mamma? Work 100 hours a week? Lack any semblance of social skills? Recently released from an institution of some form (penal or mental)? Member of a terrorist cell? Relgious cult member? It’s something that gives you pause - because there are both perfectly acceptable explanations and scary explanations. And the classification of those explanations are different based on who you are.
You also have to wonder, if a person you’re dating has not a friend in the world, how they’re going to manage to be a good friend to you. I couldn’t date someone who wasn’t my friend (tried it once - to call it a spectacular failure is to miss a golden opportunity to use the word “stupendous”). It also calls into question whether or not they’ll be clingy.
It’s also important if you’re contemplating a relationship with him - as anyone dating a person more than once or twice probably is. Are your social preferences compatible? If I were a social butterfly, I’d be unhappy with a guy who had to be levered out of the house with a crowbar. Conversely, I personally would be miserable with a social butterfly - I have a small handful of close friends, and that’s the way I like it.