Maybe that’s why I’m usually not very happy. I would roughly estimate that throughout my life time, I have spent about %6 of it in a relationship, and even less than that in ones that mean anything. Sure, I’ve sexed up my fair share of ladies, but what does that really mean in the long run?

I’m starting to feel the cold grip of inevitability in that, I don’t really like leaving the house so my chances of meeting someone “out there” are pretty much zero. It would be nice to have that fantasy grocery store encounter, where our carts run into each others and we end up falling in love, but I would most likely take one glance into her cart and see a rack of lamb or something and immediately want to punch her.

I rarely go out to parties or what have you, and in all of those cases I have such strong contempt for people based on what I know about the general populace that I end alienating people who are, otherwise, probably pretty decent people. 

I have attempted the online dating scene, and it seems like the only people who share my ideals are people that I do not find myself attracted to in the slightest bit. Call me shallow, there is not a single person reading this that can say they don’t care about physical attraction.

So it seems to me like I have very limited options when it comes to finding a companion, and the older I get, the more narrow my chances are.

I am doing my best to prepare myself for decades of loneliness, and there is nothing you can about it.