We had an impromptu lunch, at a lovely restaurant near where we both work. We had a nice conversation for about 45 minutes. She was really beautiful, worldly, sophisticated, and I loved every minute of it.
At the end, I said how much I had enjoyed lunch, and suggested we meet again. It was at this point she said that she was embarking on a series of first dates with people she met on OKC, because she is not sure what she it looking for. But she wants to keep in touch, whatever that means...
It is perfectly reasonable, and I completely understood her position.
And yet I'm filled completely with despair. There are two possibilities: the first, is that she was really giving me a polite "no thank you" and my chances with her are zero. The second, is that she was indeed being forthright, which means there are others I'm competing with, in which case my chances are also basically zero, because who the hell do I have a chance of competing with and really winning?
I mean, what chance do I have? She could have her pick, and in hindsight it was a miracle I even got one date with her. Just another in a string of first dates that went nowhere, and this is likely to be the same. And out of it, she'll probably find someone great, and I wind up alone.
What a rotten, rotten system, where two people's happiness is contingent on two more being rejected.
I feel utterly worthless. What chance do I have of finding anyone, really? None. Gonna die alone, a failure. I feel a great urge to kill myself. A really great urge. The only thing holding me back is fear of disappointing my parents. They all I really have. Yet, aren't I already a disappointment because I haven't achieved more than I have, because I'm not married like my sister, because I've got no one, and I live in a crummy apartment and I make films no one cares about.
I just dearly want someone I can love, and who'll love me. And yet I have to go through the unending turmoil of dating, of having to compete like it's for a job, and every time I'm beaten out by some other guy.
I really just want to die. Nothingness is better than being aware of how alone, unwanted, and unworthy I really am. What's worse, is I'm too big of a coward to actually go through with it, so I'm trapped forever...