Broken down, there are essentially two kinds of women in the world: the ones I don’t want, and the one’s I can’t have.
I think I’m going to have tattooed on my forehead.
And you wonder why you can’t find good, reliable men, if you go only for morons stupid enough to invite you at the restaurant hoping for some nookie afterwards.
“Get a free meal out of him”. It sounds so fucking gross and exploitative.
Ah, the Dope. Where you’re guaranteed to find someone determined to twist your words in the most negative way possible.
Well it’s not my fault if Rican women seem desperate enough to scrounge a free meal out of a gullible man who thinks with the little head.
Yes; never mind dating, I’ve come to the conclusion that I wasn’t meant to even have friends. Every time I meet someone I might like to hang out with, even being as charming as I can be and putting my best face forward, she’s always “too busy” to spend any time with me. I threw in the towel last year.
It’s for the best, I think; I’m asocial by nature, happiest when alone. Even when I drink I have no impulse to talk to strangers. I like to go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 4:30, and I don’t really care for dogs or kids; all together, that’s a showstopper for 99.9% of the women out there.
I keep saying that we need a hook-up forum.
Well, I had a girlfriend last year. For the first time in 14 years. Met her online. And it lasted a month or two. It was good while it lasted. But it ended. We broke up in a bus shelter in Newmarket.
I guess I’m just not cut out for this kind of thing. And, of course, now that I’m in my mid-forties, the chances of my meeting someone have gone down exponentially.
Call it “How You Doin’?”
I have nothing to offer 
I’ve been divorced many years longer than I was married. I used to think I had to find someone! Now in my mid-50’s I am perfectly content to be solo. My mother would be horrified, but I like answering to no one. I can come and go as I please, do what I want, when I want. Eat what/when I want. Were I to meet the “perfect” match for me, fine, but I’m fine on my own.
Terrific, another place for me to strike out in.
and perhaps finally I could be in a relationship where my SO isn’t allowed to call me a troll!
We have to wait for Ed Zotti to write a book about dating first, then we might be able to have one.
I too feel your pain, I’ve been single for a good few years. My problem is I don’t like the thought of actively looking for a partner, and online dating, with it’s similarity to job applications, positively repulses me, to the extent that crushing loneliness is preferable.
It’s not so much that I don’t ever meet people, just that I’m much to passive/apathetic to do much about it.
If the picture you submitted to the Doper photo gallery is representative, you’ve got a good way to go before you run out of youth or attractiveness.
You know, after my last traumatic breakup, I just decided that I was living for me. It’s not that I’m opposed to the idea of a relationship but I do get to do a lot of things that can be harder to do when you’re partnered up, especially as the female instigator.
As an example, I obsessively studied to get into a really great business school, quit my job, moved across the country, am moving halfway back, plan to spend my externship some place like Rwanda and recruit for banking. I might even take the New York bar on a lark. These things are honestly pretty difficult to do as a woman with a partner. As it is, a lot of the Indian guys I dated didn’t like the fact that I was out-earning them so I ended up having to date a bunch of psycho-aggressive investment bankers and consultants through the years because as nutty as they were, they usually didn’t care that I was doing well financially (or that I had “too much education”) because they were doing better than I was.
Nine out of ten of my partnered classmates are men who are dragging their wives along for the ride. I’m not so certain that any guy I’ve dated in the past would have been supportive of me doing any of these things (except my last ex and he was terrible for other reasons). It’s usually not how things work-so I get to do things that I would have just wished for but have put aside because I had “family obligations” or because I needed to pacify someone’s ego.
Not saying all guys are like this-my brother-in-law moved so my sister could get her medical degree. But I find they are far and few in between.
So I mean, I could sit around and mope and worry about dying alone (don’t we all, though?), crushing loneliness and not having a bayyyyyyybeeee in my uterus, but I choose to fill my life with other things like pursuing a more interesting career that takes up (all) my time, working towards greater financial success, travel, academic challenges, new hobbies and taking care of the family I do have. I’m meeting way more people as a result of all this “my life is what I make of it” re-evaluation. And I’m not saying that I hope to meet someone, but that I have more casual friends and events to go to now than I did when I was just locked in this “everyone says I should be married by nowwwwwwww!” circle of self-hate.
Just a thought.
That’s disgusting behavior on your part. Shame to you.
What, you’re from the lower half of Michigan? 
Why don’t you and Khaki go off somewhere and rub your two brain cells together? Who knows, you might get a spark.