Same here. I was actually "popular" in my own way in high school, meaning that I was so good at entertaining people with parody songs and voice impressions that I actually had, well, groupies (is that how you spell that?), like some minor celebrity. Roughly the same group of girls would give me their undivided attention on a regular basis. And no, I don't think they were being sarcastic. But I was just such a blockhead that even on the rare occasions one of THEM made some move to goad me into taking things to the next step (the acting mother hen - I don't mean that to be offensive but if so, please give me a better term - sort of tried to set me up with one of the shyer girls at least twice) I just stood there like a caveman in the cockpit of an F-22. Dating and having a relationship just feels so much like something I'd need to be taught like a school subject that I'm still suspicious that some sort of class was held on a day I was absent in seventh grade. I don't feel natural going out and "doing" things on my own, therefore I have no realistic idea what would be appropriate to do on a date with someone else.
I can think of at least five seperate opportunities throughout college that I really kick myself for just panicking and leaving. One of these involved the hottest girl I've ever seen in my life clearly inviting me to just start something with her in a study room. I was oblivious because I just assumed she must have been perpetually involved with someone else, ignoring the fact that she looked bored and lonely all that semester, she did talk to me regularly, and since she was 6'0", I was about the only guy on our floor who wasn't shorter than her.
Geez, better wrap this up before it becomes my most unreadable post ever. The compounded tragedy for me is that even though my looks haven't gone too far downhill in the 6 years since graduating college, even if I magically acquired every conceivable social skill from every culture on earth, I'd still have to decline any opportunity. Y'see, shortly after I graduated I retroactively saw these wasted opportunities for the first time and got so frustrated that I took a dumbell and made a halfhearted attempt at manually neutralizing my sex drive and...um...
Guys, even if you feel like a machine trapped in a body with a sex drive you'll never be able to act on due to God's sick sense of humor, don't try it! Even if you have it done professionally, it won't really work the way you want. Now I directly associate any thoughts of actually having a girlfriend, or even casual sex, with suicide, because it ain't happenin' in this lifetime.
Yes, I know there's no proof of reincarnation.
But it's possible.
Therefore, for me personally, those are my best odds.
A do-over on this particular lifetime wouldn't hurt either. Sure I'd just f*%# it up all over again, but I gotta' have hope.
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No one in the world ever gets what they want,
and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad,
and that is beautiful.
-TMBG
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