I suppose I don't regard it as a schtick, but rather a conclusion I've arrived at after an extensive period of clinical testing, you could say. I've attempted to date too many times to count. When I've failed, I've tried to alter my approach in every conceivable way, always producing the same result: failure after one date. It makes sense then, after eliminating all the other variables, that the problem is....ME. Rather, a fundamental, unalterable part of ME. The AS in me, which no matter how much I fake normality, sooner or later the AS comes out, and women figure out after one date that they can do better.
Dating was making me miserable, and given that there is no possibility any woman would love me or tolerate me, I seek to do something else to fulfill my life. But it is hard because every time I see a pretty girl or an interesting one, I can't help the urge to want to get to know them better, only I know I must not, because it will only result in heartbreak and more failure and wasted time better spent doing SOMETHING else that will justify my reason for living at all. Because it is not possible I can be loved. So rather if I can achieve some measure of respect for the good work I've done, that is not so bad.
I'm simply seeking to transcend these urges, just as any addict sees to quit cigarettes or drugs or alcohol. Only with me, I am trying to quit my addiction to wanting to be loved and have a companion, because it is a dangerous addiction that has only caused me pain and heartache, and I have no hope of ever finding someone who won't wind up rejecting me.
I'm trying to shut all thoughts of women or dating or love out of my mind, but it is not easy in a society that pressures us to couple up, and being surrounded by coworkers and friends who are all getting engaged and married to such smart, attractive, outgoing women. Of course, my friends are all good looking, outgoing people who don't have what we all have to deal with, and although I strive daily to improve myself through running, strength exercises, better diet, even penmanship and language, I know it will all not matter in the end because I am fundamentally damaged goods. So I do it for my own satisfaction, and indeed I am very satisfied with my life. At least, I try to tell myself that I've had great fortune...a nice place to live, finally having a good job and some money, and continuing my creative work as a filmmaker. I try to be grateful for all that and not fixate on getting more. I am NOT MEANT TO BE LOVED, and that is okay. If only I could shut women out of my mind forever, if only my mind could wield total control over my bestial instincts, and my desires to be loved, I would be much the better off.
thanks all for the advice.
BR