I’m giving up on dating and looking for a partner in general. I’m accepting the cold hard fact that I will never be what women want. I’ll never be desirable to anyone. I’ll never be the guy that someone gets excited to date. I’m never anyone’s first option, or even an option to begin with. I don’t even make the cut as a backup plan. It sickens me every time someone tells me that “the right person will just want you for you” when nobody will even get to know me enough to know who I am. I don’t meet the initial criteria to be considered for the “getting to know you” stage. A wise man once said, “only women and dogs are loved unconditionally” and frankly more true words have never been spoken. People always expect something from me, but disappear once I’ve provided what they want.

I just can’t keep going with false optimism and misguided hope. So I’m giving up. I can’t be consistently disappointed if I have no expectations to begin with. Im giving up, because at least then I can put my focus elsewhere. I’ll probably grow old alone and bitter, but at least I won’t be waiting for what will never happen. Here and now, I’m ending this chapter of my life, and starting the next chapter with a perspective that is more realistic. I’m committing to letting go of the childish dream, and I’m accepting a future where I need only worry about myself.