Hmmm, sorry 'bout that 30 comment then…
Maybe it’s your approach/demeanor/attitude/confidence/expectations or lack thereof (you pick).
I once found, and this may come as a shocker, that women didn’t like the mumbling, self-deprecating,(Woody Allen-esq) comments that I (and many “friends”) found humerous. I would joke all the time (no, ALL the time) about things and noboby would go out with me, Hmmm.
This went on for years starting from H.S.; I asked 8 girls to the Sr. prom and still ended up not going (never did find out what the "Swahilian Flu was, come to think of it…). In fact I only went to one dance during H.S., a Turnabout (girls ask guys thing) and That was just so my date could get back together with her ex-beau!
College, proved to be dry as well, lots of female friends but no girl-friends, and not for lack of trying I’ll add. (That comment, “Abstinence by choice, not MY choice…” was like a maxim of mine. (ok, I really herd it from a comedian once).
So years go by and people start thinking, “this guy must be Gay” (not that there’s anything wrong with that mind you, so put those torches down) but I kept thinking “Hey, I don’t even Like Barbara Striesand, well, not that much anyway, I mean she’s ok… Hmmm, maybe their right!”, but thankfully my friends pointed out that I also had/have no fashion sense (you mean cut-offs aren’t appropriate for everything? They went out of style when?). This went on for many years (I asked my first girl out when Regan was president - the first time).
Now, I’m not trying to compare myself to you or prove that I’ve had a miserable time with broads too (by the way, they don’t seem to like that term either). Though now that I look back… pretty sad, in fact I think I need to sit down… Seriously (sort of) though, Your’s is not a unique (or maybe not even all that rare) experience, many of us have been there, and there’s gonna be a light somewhere down the line.
5 years ago I was in one of those “women are evil” kind of moods. Now when I got into that kind of mood I wasn’t all down on myself, I would use my power of wit to insult women (not cruel or anything really mean - or so I thought, but poking clever fun at them - still not nice to do to strangers, I know). Like a bully (closest analogy, and no, I’m not proud), it made me feel better but didn’t win me many dates. Well, at a party I meet this girl who was so pleasant and sweet that I couldn’t bring myself to antagonze her, and we talked and danced the whole night. The point here is; I wasn’t looking for anyone at the time, if anything the exact opposite, but there you have it.
Long story short (too late, I know): We married last week… It can happen, just be patient.