I agree with the poster who started a thread about the worthlessness of clubs and bars. I've been to several meet markets in my city. The women there generally act like teenagers, dress like hookers, and don't seem to want to interact with people outside of their entourage, anyway. It's perfectly cool if you guys like and date these kind of girls - whatever makes you happy. But every time I walk into a meet market, I think to myself, "Is this all there is?" I would really like a relationship with a woman, especially since I've never been in one (either a relationship or a woman).
The problem is that I have no idea where else to go. You have to go hunting where the ducks are. Other venues like coffee shops and bookstores seem to draw unattractive and/or aging women. I've spent a ton of time in these venues over the last several years, so I'm not jumping to conclusions. My school has also been hugely disappointing. It's a small school to begin with, and virtually every pretty girl there has a boyfriend. I know this to be true even of the girls I don't know personally. I've checked their status on MySpace and shared intelligence about them with guys who know them.
Then there are the dating web sites. Aside from being highly expensive, the girls on there are just dogs. I usually have to sort through 50 pages of unattractive girls to find maybe one or two attractive girls who, it turns out, don't even subscribe to the site and therefore can't receive my messages. No, I'm not being picky; I think there are a lot of pretty girls on MySpace who meet my criteria, but I don't have the time, patience, or skill to compete with the 150 guys who are on a girl's friend list for the same reason I would be.
Anyway, I'm sure some of you are probably sick of hearing me complain about my lack of progress, but I only worry more as I get older, since it seems there are just damn few attractive single women in their 30s. It's very painful to see couples out and about because it makes me think of what I've missed out on. I get upset a lot. I don't feel lonely - just left out. I don't want to end up like my 60-something neighbor who used to walk around with his head down and his hands in his pockets (playing pocket pool, no doubt). He had been dead in his pad for days. I can't help but see him as me in 40 years.
Has anyone else ever worried about these things? Did it turn out that you really had nothing to worry about? Am I freaking out for no reason? Fire away.
The problem is that I have no idea where else to go. You have to go hunting where the ducks are. Other venues like coffee shops and bookstores seem to draw unattractive and/or aging women. I've spent a ton of time in these venues over the last several years, so I'm not jumping to conclusions. My school has also been hugely disappointing. It's a small school to begin with, and virtually every pretty girl there has a boyfriend. I know this to be true even of the girls I don't know personally. I've checked their status on MySpace and shared intelligence about them with guys who know them.
Then there are the dating web sites. Aside from being highly expensive, the girls on there are just dogs. I usually have to sort through 50 pages of unattractive girls to find maybe one or two attractive girls who, it turns out, don't even subscribe to the site and therefore can't receive my messages. No, I'm not being picky; I think there are a lot of pretty girls on MySpace who meet my criteria, but I don't have the time, patience, or skill to compete with the 150 guys who are on a girl's friend list for the same reason I would be.
Anyway, I'm sure some of you are probably sick of hearing me complain about my lack of progress, but I only worry more as I get older, since it seems there are just damn few attractive single women in their 30s. It's very painful to see couples out and about because it makes me think of what I've missed out on. I get upset a lot. I don't feel lonely - just left out. I don't want to end up like my 60-something neighbor who used to walk around with his head down and his hands in his pockets (playing pocket pool, no doubt). He had been dead in his pad for days. I can't help but see him as me in 40 years.
Has anyone else ever worried about these things? Did it turn out that you really had nothing to worry about? Am I freaking out for no reason? Fire away.