I can’t take it any longer. I need to get this off my chest.
The last relationship I was in ended in November of 2003. Since then, I have had zero sex and two dates which led to nothing. It’s getting to the point that the loneliness is driving me insane.
Let me start from the beginning. I didn’t have a mother during the stage of my life where having a mother was essential. After my birth, my mother went crazy and did all sorts of things of which I won’t go into detail here, except to say that my parents quickly got divorced. My entire life between a few months old and five years old was completely devoid of maternal nurturing. My father was a busy executive at IBM who tried his best to replace that need with nannies, but there were many nannies who weren’t all that great and each ended up quitting after only a few months.
Fast-forward to five years old. My dad meets this wonderful woman who he quickly marries. She has a son five years older than me, and we’re all finally a family. However, my parents finally admitted later on in my 20’s that the family was very parent-centric instead of child-centric. In my dad’s words, “Your mom and I were going to be happy, and the kids just had to deal with it however.” Family activities were planned around what mom and dad wanted to do. We never went to Disneyland or anything like that… the parents wanted a place to relax and escape their schedules, and the kids would have to find their own fun.
They divoced when I was 18, and I found myself all of a sudden on my own, weaned from home life faster than you can snap your fingers. Both parents became even more distant than they were, choosing to focus on their own lives and getting back into relationships. I am very close to my mom and was in the process of getting close to my dad until his recent stroke, but…
The need for nurturing was never quite fulfilled in me, which led to many problems with the opposite sex. I was always completely oblivious when a woman showed any interest, and when I finally took the hint, it was usually too late. When it wasn’t too late, I’d even further screw it up by being either too pressed or too afraid to make a move, or both. I attribute much of this to low self-esteem and fear of rejection, subconsciously thinking, “there’s no way these girls could possibly like me… why should I even try?” And in the instances that someone told me flat-out, “I like you” (one female friend of mine I was interested in actually stripped naked right in front of me, and I didn’t even do anything about it), and I made the move, I would all of a sudden shower her with more attention than she wanted. She’d feel smothered and get the hell out of Dodge.
So, to recap, I’m not very good at meeting women to begin with. When I do, I totally screw it up by showing either not enough interest or too much. One girl actually told me, “I liked you until you opened your mouth.” I need to feel loved and nurtured and approved of, and there really only was one woman who was willing to give me all that (the last one). I can’t stand being alone anymore.
I consider myself a pretty good-looking guy. I take care of myself; go to the gym, try to eat right, good personal hygiene. I’ve never done or even tried drugs. I’m smart and pretty well-educated. I’m a total romantic who practically invented the idea of candles around the rose petal-filled bathtub. I love to cook and will gladly do it every night of the week. I have the sex drive of a mountain lion, especially after a few beers. (:D) And I’ve been told by several people that I’m the easiest person they’ve ever met to talk to. I get along with almost everybody, be they white, black, green, purple, straight, gay, both, unknown, Democrat, Republican, fundamentally religious or staunchly atheist.
But I’m also inconfident and very needy. I rarely have money and have a difficult time holding onto a job because of acute Attention Deficit Disorder. I talk loudly much of the time. I make inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. I interrupt people. While open-minded, I’m also extremely opinionated and difficult to talk to when I’m irritated.
So, any advice? Similar stories? Is anyone who has met me willing to vouch for me? I know many people are going to reply with, “Just be yourself and stop looking – someone will fall into your lap.” Well, this IS myself, and try as I might, it’s impossible to stop looking. I’ve attempted many times.
Someone please help.
Adam
