A few reasons why I am the self-proclaimed Dateless Wonder.

Original post: February 6, 2007

For the longest time, I thought that girls weren't interested in me because I wasn't funny, smart, or attractive. I was thinking earlier today, (I do that a lot these days) and I realized that's not the case. While I may have the characteristics listed above, as well as charm (and modesty), I've come to the obvious conclusion that women don't look for those qualities in a man, otherwise they'd be dating me. See, anytime I find someone who comes close to my standards, they are always happily dating someone else. Always. Happily. Obviously, their tastes in the opposite sex involve neanderthal douchebags whose idea of a good time involves beer and scratching. Why be with someone who can make you laugh, make you dinner, and make you feel good about yourself when you can have someone who'll hit you in the face with a pan when you're out of line. That's okay. I've already decided that I'm perfectly comfortable being single. Even though there's still that part of me that doesn't want to be alone, it's much quieter than it used to be.

Speaking of my standards, I've been told by one or two people that my problem is having ones that are too high. I have a very specific idea of what I'm looking for in a girlfriend, and I don't see anything wrong with that. Still, they insist I'm being too "picky." Do you agree? Should I lower my standards because my idea of perfection seems to be just out of reach? Or should I keep at it until that perfect idea manifests itself?


Random thought of the day: Smooth Jazz has to be the love spunk of Satan himself. Seriously, if I hear the theme songs from Taxi and Hill Street Blues one more time, I'm going to rape someone.