I aged into my looks, and I can't do anything with them. :(
From puberty (age 12 or 13) to my late 20's, I was always an ugly piece of crap. Girls/women would say things like: "Oh my god! Look at his eyes! Ew!" Or: "Gross! He tried to hug me!" Or something else equally "heartwarming". Although more frequently, they simply rejected me. When I used online dating sites, very few of the women I messaged would message me back. And forget about trying to meet women at parties! Or worse, in clubs! I now cringe at how awful those environments were. My first sexual experience was with an escort, and at age 22 to boot. The few women I dated were someone I settled or lowered my standards for. I didn't find them attractive, but dated them anyway, because I didn't feel like anyone else would like me, although I treated them very well. Most of my past girlfriends were actually kind of fun, although my first one was very, very boring.
When I was 21, it even got to a point of me going to a plastic surgery consultation. The doctor took a photo of my face, loaded it into a computer program, and manipulated it to show me possible results. I was pleased with the possibilities, but not the cost: $10,000 plus aftercare expenses for 6 weeks. I didn't have the money or the time. I'm sure the doctor felt sorry for me when he saw how upset I looked, because he waived the $50 consultation fee he was supposed to charge me.
Between age 27 and today, I feel like I aged into my looks. Because women started showing actual interest in me. I also became comfortable with seeing myself in the mirror, as opposed to feeling like punching my reflection in the face. The final turning point happened on my cruises, both at age 29. A very cute 23-year-old girl showed interest in me, three older women danced with me in a cuddle, a group of girls got into a group picture with me because the shirt I was wearing matched theirs, and other similar encounters. In 2015, I became Red Pilled, which enabled me to filter out women who could be a detriment to my life. In 2016, I met a very cute girl, 11 years younger than me, on Tinder; we quickly became great friends, which was actually what I wanted. And in the last few years in general, I got pretty good at getting phone numbers and dates.
However, it's not without a dark side. In the same few years, I witnessed friends get into very sedate, insular, codependent relationships. Not just one friend, but most men I know. Women my age, in turn, seem to be a rush to lock down a man for marriage, and after that, require such a lifestyle for themselves. Which makes me fear women, as opposed to make romantic connections with them, the very thing I got good at, except 20 years behind NT men. And on the same note, after seeing how my friends changed, I developed an intense, visceral aversion to sex; like, I'd rather clean a public toilet with my bare hands! (With that said, I do have several platonic friends who are women.)
So now, aging into my looks feels like "too little, too late". Yeah, I look more attractive, but what good does it do? The only people I can attract are women looking to get married and go to snooty dinner parties with other couples. I'm far too old for a 20-something lifestyle, when it's OK to proverbially paint the town red. Like I wish I could have, back when I was young enough to do so, but far too ugly to find a girlfriend to join me in the endeavor. On a happier note, I can afford that plastic surgery today, even with inflation factored in. But why bother? To attract a wife I want nothing to do with? Nah!
P.S.:
Going on a tangent, is it actually possible to age into your looks? Like, being college-aged but having looks suited for a 30-something man (or woman), which effectively made you ugly in women's (or men's) eyes. Then later, when you're actually 30, your looks start to match your age, and you're suddenly attractive.
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You should definitely stay single. There’s nothing wrong with doing so.
Also, you seem to put too much of an emphasis on appearance. Maybe you should worry about improving other areas of your life.
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Sounds to me like you're having a midlife crisis a bit early.
Stay single, if that's what you want. It's your life, do what you want with it. Keep hanging out with your friends who are younger than you. You could move out to the west coast where that's perfectly normal. You'd hardly be the only guy who has ever maintained a bachelor lifestyle.
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Well, if appearance weren't important in attracting women (at least back when I was in early 20's), I wouldn't have even considered plastic surgery, let alone go to a consultation. Plus, I had a friend who was very good-looking. He had 4 regular FWB's and many non-recurring hookups. Heck, he once cold-messaged a classmate on Facebook, to invite her over to help him study, and had sex with her same night. Since I didn't have a strong sexual aversion back then, unlike today, that was a wake-up call that something had to change. Hence, the plastic surgery. And calling an escort to offload my virginity a year later.
Could be. I had a very similar existential crisis after going on a cruise in 2012. I was 29 at the time, and just aged into my looks a year or two prior. Everybody was so friendly, and lots of women I talked to were acting touchy-feely with me. A 23-year-old girl even kissed me and cuddled with me. It was a total 180 from what I dealt with for most of my life, and it shocked me to the core. (Heck, I was even afraid of going on that cruise in the first place, because I thought I'd be bullied by other passengers.) Plus, I was still young enough to have a fun lifestyle; unlike today, when that kind of thing is looked down upon. One thing I regret is destroying more than half the photos from ages 18 to 25 (both paper and digital); it's like tearing pages out of a history book. But I felt what I felt.
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Seems pretty evident to me that for the majority of men, we don’t typically reach our peak in terms of either attractiveness or financial gain until our 40s or 50s. College age girls might fool around with the few lucky early bloomers, but it’s no surprise to me some settle down with guys who are significantly older and already well off. So I don’t see why you necessarily couldn’t do that.
All that said, perhaps you should count your blessings. You’ve been made to see just how shallow many can be, and once your looks are gone, they may be as well, and off with your money if they can get their claws in it. Had you been good looking early on, it’s also possible you could have been metoo’d by now as well.
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meadowlands vibrant with flowers.
Carefree the songs our children once sang,
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Clouds came and covered the sun,
the breath of a baleful unease,
turning to ashes flowers in their fields,
silenced the birds in the trees.
Going back to the thread topic. I'm exponentially better-looking today than I was 15 years ago. Heck, even 5 years ago, I already aged into my looks, and started getting attention from women, although my social skills were still slightly lacking, which I rectified since then. And today, I can't do anything with my gains! Because even if women my age find me attractive now, they aren't looking to have fun; and by that, I don't mean just sex. They're looking for the very things I hate: move in together, stay home all the time, talk about "our feelings", and go to snooty dinner parties with all couples. It's not "painting with a broad brush"; it's what I see everywhere around me!
I really wish I could flip-flop my looks: be attractive at 21, and ugly at 35. That way, I could have my wild sex at a young age, when I actually wanted it, and deter women from being interested in me today, when I want to be single. And it's funny that you mentioned MeToo. Today, I don't keep my distance (sexually) with women to be a gentleman, or out of fear of getting MeToo'ed. I keep my distance because the idea of sex disgusts me to the core. Which, in the end, only helps my reputation as a non-creepy man.
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Going back to the thread topic. I'm exponentially better-looking today than I was 15 years ago. Heck, even 5 years ago, I already aged into my looks, and started getting attention from women, although my social skills were still slightly lacking, which I rectified since then. And today, I can't do anything with my gains! Because even if women my age find me attractive now, they aren't looking to have fun; and by that, I don't mean just sex. They're looking for the very things I hate: move in together, stay home all the time, talk about "our feelings", and go to snooty dinner parties with all couples. It's not "painting with a broad brush"; it's what I see everywhere around me! Like I said earlier, this caused to become viscerally disgusted by the idea of sex.
I really wish I could flip-flop my looks: be attractive at 21, and ugly at 35. That way, I could have my wild sex at a young age, when I actually wanted it, and deter women from being interested in me today, when I want to be single.
Trust me: If you share your views like you do on this board, no sane woman will find you in the least bit attractive.
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“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.” — Satan and TwilightPrincess
Going back to the thread topic. I'm exponentially better-looking today than I was 15 years ago. Heck, even 5 years ago, I already aged into my looks, and started getting attention from women, although my social skills were still slightly lacking, which I rectified since then. And today, I can't do anything with my gains! Because even if women my age find me attractive now, they aren't looking to have fun; and by that, I don't mean just sex. They're looking for the very things I hate: move in together, stay home all the time, talk about "our feelings", and go to snooty dinner parties with all couples. It's not "painting with a broad brush"; it's what I see everywhere around me! Like I said earlier, this caused to become viscerally disgusted by the idea of sex.
I really wish I could flip-flop my looks: be attractive at 21, and ugly at 35. That way, I could have my wild sex at a young age, when I actually wanted it, and deter women from being interested in me today, when I want to be single.
Trust me: If you share your views like you do on this board, no sane woman will find you in the least bit attractive.
And nothing of value will have been lost.
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Once there were trees full of birds,
meadowlands vibrant with flowers.
Carefree the songs our children once sang,
gilding our minutes and hours;
Clouds came and covered the sun,
the breath of a baleful unease,
turning to ashes flowers in their fields,
silenced the birds in the trees.
When I was 21, it even got to a point of me going to a plastic surgery consultation. The doctor took a photo of my face, loaded it into a computer program, and manipulated it to show me possible results. I was pleased with the possibilities, but not the cost: $10,000 plus aftercare expenses for 6 weeks. I didn't have the money or the time. I'm sure the doctor felt sorry for me when he saw how upset I looked, because he waived the $50 consultation fee he was supposed to charge me.
Between age 27 and today, I feel like I aged into my looks. Because women started showing actual interest in me. I also became comfortable with seeing myself in the mirror, as opposed to feeling like punching my reflection in the face. The final turning point happened on my cruises, both at age 29. A very cute 23-year-old girl showed interest in me, three older women danced with me in a cuddle, a group of girls got into a group picture with me because the shirt I was wearing matched theirs, and other similar encounters. In 2015, I became Red Pilled, which enabled me to filter out women who could be a detriment to my life. In 2016, I met a very cute girl, 11 years younger than me, on Tinder; we quickly became great friends, which was actually what I wanted. And in the last few years in general, I got pretty good at getting phone numbers and dates.
However, it's not without a dark side. In the same few years, I witnessed friends get into very sedate, insular, codependent relationships. Not just one friend, but most men I know. Women my age, in turn, seem to be a rush to lock down a man for marriage, and after that, require such a lifestyle for themselves. Which makes me fear women, as opposed to make romantic connections with them, the very thing I got good at, except 20 years behind NT men. And on the same note, after seeing how my friends changed, I developed an intense, visceral aversion to sex; like, I'd rather clean a public toilet with my bare hands! (With that said, I do have several platonic friends who are women.)
So now, aging into my looks feels like "too little, too late". Yeah, I look more attractive, but what good does it do? The only people I can attract are women looking to get married and go to snooty dinner parties with other couples. I'm far too old for a 20-something lifestyle, when it's OK to proverbially paint the town red. Like I wish I could have, back when I was young enough to do so, but far too ugly to find a girlfriend to join me in the endeavor. On a happier note, I can afford that plastic surgery today, even with inflation factored in. But why bother? To attract a wife I want nothing to do with? Nah!
P.S.:
Going on a tangent, is it actually possible to age into your looks? Like, being college-aged but having looks suited for a 30-something man (or woman), which effectively made you ugly in women's (or men's) eyes. Then later, when you're actually 30, your looks start to match your age, and you're suddenly attractive.
If you aren't looking for marriage just be up front about it. If she is really in a hurry to get married she won't bother with you. She will move on to the many other men who do want to get married.
And there's nothing about marriage that entails that people have to go to dinner parties. I don't think my sister and her husband have ever been to a dinner party. She meets a friend for lunch, and he goes rock climbing.
If your friends have become sedentary it's probably not because they're married, but more because they've aged and most people, when they get older, prefer to stay in more.
First, yes, some men definitely do "age into" their looks. And some age out of them. It is really interesting how much a man's face can change with time. A woman's can, too, of course, but for some reason I notice it more in men and it seems more dramatic. I don't know if that is reality or just perception.
Second, it is never too late to "do something" when it comes to dating. However, I do have a problem with your attitude towards women. Still, to the extent there are women who want what you seem to be offering, you should be able to find the company. Just BE HONEST about who you are and what you do (and do not) want from a relationship. You will find it astonishing how many women won't take you at your word that you won't ever get married, etc, but at least you will have come clean (please don't knowingly date someone who clearly holds out false hopes, however).
Just FYI, how couples live life varies a LOT by couple. I count on ONE HAND how many "dinner parties" my husband and I have been in our more than twenty years together. Even those we could have bowed out of gracefully had we wished to. You really need to break this bad habit of yours of forming staunch impressions that simply are not accurate. I realize the ASD plays into that but, still, work on it. You are making the world and the people in it so much more negative than it has to be, and that will negatively affect your life.
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Age out of my looks? OK, now you got me worried. Although on the other hand, if the idea of sex (which includes foreplay) will disgust me in the future as much as it disgusts me today, then women finding me repulsive, like they did in the past, will be no big deal. A far cry from the crippling problem it was in my early 20's, when I actually wanted sex.
Well, I still like hugs, cuddling, and holding hands. The things women give quite willingly, as long as a man isn't creepy. Which means I can get them via platonic friends, organized cuddle parties, and dance classes. So I'm "safe", even if I become ugly once again. After all, my ugliness may return someday, but my creepiness is permanently gone.