Not everyone on the spectrum is the same. Someone in another thread (V for Vendetta I believe) gave very practical advice to help Aspie men in the dating realm. But I feel like following the advice that "successful" guys give here would mean compromising who I am and my value system. I can't force myself to change my core personality just to try to chase after "love". Love is basically two people who want to have sex with each other who have enough in common and get along well enough falling prey to the release of post-coital oxytocin. Love is nothing special. It's basically a chemical release that influences the male to stick around long enough to improve the survival of the woman's baby. Historically, mating couples were serial monogamous and it wasn't unusual for cave women to have multiple baby daddies. There are plenty of people on this planet who are too fugly to be loved (I know a lot of ugly people are in couples. It's called settling). Or too weird, eccentric, abnormal, nonconforming to be loved. Why would I worship something that is exclusionary and socially stratified in nature? I was bullied as a child for being fat and weird (no longer fat but still weird). Those scars stayed with me and made me hate people. Whenever I see cases of bullying like the Amanda Todd situation, my heart bleeds. The difference is that peoples' hearts bleed for Amanda because she's cute. They don't bleed for the countless other people who get bullied and socially excluded into suicide.
I can't accept that kind of winner vs. loser, socially stratified mentality. It is human nature for people to be competitive and to socially exclude (we are not egalitarian animals, we are pack animals). That's not something I want to be a part of. The majority of couples out there have a "what have you done for me lately?" mentality to begin with. But even when your mate is loyal to you, they would have never even looked at you if you didn't meet their checklist requirements. Relationships are forged for psychoevolutionary reasons in the first place. It has nothing to do with some higher plane, higher purpose BS.
Maybe there's something more to my brain's wiring than yours but companionship has never really been something I have yearned for. Love is an intoxicating, addicting feeling and obsessing over a girl is my favourite type of hobby obsession. That's why I like it. But that chemical effect wears off over time. If there was a drug equivalent to oxytocin (oxycodone, or what is more familiarly known as OxyContin, is not the same thing), I might as well just take that instead of bothering to get into the mess that is romantic relationships. For sex, I have escorts. I started engaging in the hobby last year. Seen about 7 call girls and had 12 sessions over the span of the full year (I haven't engaged in the hobby at all in the last 3 months+ though). I wish it was cheaper. But it gives me some pretty hot sex with hot women. Just not "love" sex. Which is more about a chemical hit and obsessions than an actual connection with someone. My purpose in life is to do what the f**k I want to do and not to be a slave to other people. It's bad enough that I am slaving away at a cubicle job 40 hours/wk+. Ideally I want to be able to monetize one of my passions and be my own boss. This is what my life purpose should be. Not to bend over backwards for women to win their approval and chase after what is essentially a drug hit.