Jelly Roll, some people regard that as a challenge.
For many, if not most people, food is a sharing thing and they like to be on a similar page with their partner, and if you’re female, most men like the idea of their woman cooking for them. If you are vegetarian…
Irrepressible flatulence. I’m working on that.
Move the Bay Area. Here, eating meat is frequently questionable…
This makes me sad, since I find you one of the cutest and most handsome dopers, from a picture thread many moons ago.
I’m making friends for the first time not directly from high school or college and…well. Yeah. Women refuse in any way to date down the economic ladder, and in many ways want to date much up it economically. One of my newish friends has been seeing a guy, and one of his major selling points is that he lets her pick the $25/plate restaurant and doesn’t blink when she orders 5 $8 drinks/night.
Of course this to me screams “this can’t last forever” but what do I know.
Every time I hear someone say the words “making love” I see a witch brewing a bunch of heart-shaped candy in a cauldron. It replaced the image I used to have of really unwashed people going at it screaming “I love you!”
Really? I’m surprised that’s the case…personally, I have had the most fun in relationships with women who are happy being single. I’ve also been in relationships with those women who can’t tolerate one month alone and those usually end up being a trainwreck.
I don’t think there is actually anything with me that is a deal breaker.
However, there are many things that I perceive as a problem that are turning women off. Baldness is one. I have a thing about my ginger hair due to how people with that ‘affliction’ are treated in the UK (I now live in Sweden). I am convinced I am fatter than I probably look.
I am quite similar to the OP in a way. I like sex, but I don’t have to dive into it. I love closeness, lying together on the couch or in bed - I don’t need to be having sex to feel fulfilled. I gather this is unusual in a man. There was a time when I thought women would like this with dating as there would be zero pressure for sex. I was wrong.
I’m not that social, I prefer staying home to going out, I’m conservative, I have a teenager, not a lot of free spending money.
Ooh, baldness can be sexy! Shave it completely and smile really big and you will be fighting off the ladies with a stick.
First of all, I think Fried Dough Ho is my long-lost older sister.
I’ve been very happily married for awhile now, but I can easily remember why I did not exactly have a date five nights a week.
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I am shorter than average. I’m about 5’6", not tragically short but definitely short enough to be beneath many radars. I am usually in rather good shape, but that barely mattered. My wife (a trim Asian woman, sorry!) is 5’2", so she wasn’t too unhappy with my height.
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After a first impression, people frequently assume I’m gay. I fit a certain metro stereotype: I like to dress well, am very particular about all sorts of things, and quite frankly, I have an effete persona. When I was dating way back when, I had to remember to be pretty clear from the get-go that I like to have sex with women otherwise potential partners often got the wrong idea.
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I am a person best consumed in small doses in social situations. I can be charming for awhile, but then I get very socially tired and lose my touch. I try to excuse myself when I feel this happening. Unless I realize that the person I just met and I are on the same wavelength, I just have to get out or everyone will be sorry.
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I am very, very, very passionate about the things that interest me. This combined with the above tends to give the impression that I am a snob. I’m actually not, but somehow I manage to put people on the defensive about their own tastes and obviously most people find that unpleasant. Most of the time, I really don’t mean to. It’s not even that I monopolize conversations and perorate about the things I like; I am just not great at learning more about the interests of others without making them feel like they are being cross-examined.
On my first date with my wife, she monopolized the entire conversation and I made no effort to interrupt her, very much the opposite of my usual MO. This is certainly why I got a second date and possibly explains why our marriage is so successful. 
I meant something more along the lines of no one will want to date me because I won’t be sending out any signals that I’m interested or available, or as Lloyd Christmas put it - “the vibe.”
This vibratory concept interests me. I wish to learn how to produce it.
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I will be popular at last!
Maeglin, have you ever asked your doctor about the possibility of where you might be on the autism spectrum? You sound like you may have a touch of Asperger’s to me. Socially tired after awhile, very passionate about certain subjects, putting those on the defensive about their own tastes… You don’t sound snobbish at all.
Those of you who are mentioning baldness–this really isn’t a problem for most women. I’ve talked to quite a few of my friends about this, and most if not all of us just don’t care. No hair? Cool. Hair? Cool.
Some of us don’t care if you don’t make a lot of money, either. I’d rather have an interesting, funny poor companion than a rich, stupid, boring one.
Let’s see now–in the past year, I have been informed in the midst of a breakup that
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I look like an old man, but only from the back, and particularly in the neck and back side of my skull
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my couch is too cruddy to make me datable
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my car is far from cool
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I’m not a bad boy
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I’m dissatisfied with what I have in the moment–I need to contemplate the future too much, and that feels oppressive
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I need better casual shoes
This is all from the same woman, mind you. Five separate breakups. (I bought new shoes and a new couch, and got a haircut. None of these changes mattered, though I did buy the new shoes before the last breakup but never got the chance to show them to her.)
The obvious joke is some variant of “Women are scared off by my 11” penis.’ I’m kind of surprised by, and slightly proud of, us all.
Ok, three unrelated drive-bys in one thread are excessive. I’ll play too:
I have no idea why people don’t want to date me.
A chunky, aging, kinky geek with a crumby job, no immediate prospects and few ambitions, as well as periodic bouts of social anxiety, and a cripplingly self-depreciating sense of humor? Who’s also a total pussy?
Sounds good, but I know what you’re thinking. “This guy would be a real prize, if only he had a family history of mental illness, and an absolute inability to communicate romantic interest.” Believe it or not, ladies, belive it or not. (Though note that I do not, in fact, have an 11” penis)
You’d think I’d be beating off the chicks with whatever type of implement you use for chick beating-off, but it just doesn’t happen. Weird, huh?
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An amusingly unlikely number of the women I’ve expressed interest were in fact looking for a pussy, but alas, not in any way I could help them with.
You didn’t care even when you and your friends were in your 20s? Some men start pretty early and they don’t get to be captain of the Enterprise.
I’m not a funny person and I don’t have any desire to try and get you to laugh. This doesn’t mean I don’t have a sense of humor.
If you want to laugh with me lets watch South Park together.
Nope, it’s true. Most women either don’t care or actually like it. Seriously.
I’m just very introverted without being shy. I like to relate to others in one-on-one settings and not in groups. I know I am a bit off, but in general, it has served me well in life. I am in no hurry to treat myself back into normalcy.