I Want a Girlfriend

Well put and an interesting flip to the duality of this dilemma in that once you find your "true self" you attract others who want this answer and then you are in the position of "rejecting" their illusion.

I agree, it is part desperation. It has the upside that I can ignore frivolous things and see the potential to be happy with anyone, but the downside that I may end up with someone that I don't fully click with, and just be passing time. It's a tricky game.

Well, you just spoke of the human equation, as we know it. It's nice to enjoy your "freedom" --- however it comes at a price, as in beling lonely. If, indeed you Do "end up with someone that you don't "fully click with" --- then, you may well find that it is better (in your young life) to be alone. As a counterpoint --- I would prefer to be alone, fantasize and dream --- as opposed to be with "someone whom I don't click with". THAT would not suit your agenda(s) and goals in place. Take it from someone who has been there. JIM

Why would you want a woman who doesn't want to be with you? Could it be that it was just not meant to be? Does it have to mean you are somehow fatally flawed? The sooner you will move on, the sooner you will attract what is right. To imagine that she is somehow infallible or her rejection of you is significant immediately sets you up to be in a position of inferiority. Only, you are NOT inferior and she IS NOT the one making this assessment. She is simply the one being projected upon.
Who is the PROJECTOR?
Step 1-change the film
Step 2- Write yourself a happy ending with the RIGHT COSTAR. Good Luck!

It can be devastating for young men and the scariest thing is that once you get devastated like that not all men can recover from it. I believe this is why I have never had a girlfriend. I have had lots of friends who are girls, I get on well with anyone, but the asking out thing ended in my teenage years and I haven't been able to since.

Bravo. A life long lesson I am still learning at 44.

I am 44 and I am ashamed to confess that I have never had a girlfriend or had meaningful dating experience. I know my situation is beyond pathetic but I have very low self esteem and I don't feel I would be a suitable companion for a discriminating woman. I talk quite easily with most people, including women, and I have no sexual perversions (in fact I'm rather prudish)
so I don't think I couldn't get a date but at this point in my life I have been so long out of the dating loop that I think it is senseless to really try to get a date and risk embarrassment when I fail to meet her expectations.

You sound like a super nice guy! You could get a girl if you wanted. Js. I know it sounds stupid but kinda be a dick. Girls live that shit.

Hi stephenj

I read your comment and I am saddened. It would be a real shame if you both reach the end of your lives like this. Think back to when you got married. You made a commitment to each other. I don't think the blame lies with either one of you, it lies with both. I don't know who else is involved, for example children, but you owe it to yourselves to at least attempt to make your situation better. You have both forgotten the reasons why you love each other. Life is all about attention. When I say attention I mean what you choose to put your attention on, what you are thinking about. Foget multitasking, the human mind can only focus on one thing at a time, albeit being able to switch between things very quickly. But in order to make anything flourish you need to focus your attention on it wholeheartedly. Somehow you both need to start a process where you point your attention on each other, and start to rediscover the intimacy you once had. I bet my bottom dollar that she also craves intimacy. She is only human. So why are you not the target for her love?

Here's a touching story which I read recently. I know it doesn't necessarily apply to your situation but I find it touching nonetheless:

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, “I’ve got something to tell you.”

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.

“I want a divorce.” I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, “Why?”

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, “You are not a man!”

That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew, a woman at my work that I had developed feelings for. I didn’t love my wife anymore. I only pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement, which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce that had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that for that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door each morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she tries, she has to face the divorce,” she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, saying, “Baba is holding Mama in his arms!” His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.

She closed her eyes and said softly; “Don’t tell our son about the divorce.”

I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the every day workout made me stronger.


"Our son came in at the moment and said, 'Dad, its time to carry mum out.'"
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at that moment and said, “Dad, its time to carry mum out.” To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, “I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.”

I drove to the office and jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.”

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. “Do you have a fever?” She said.

I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry, Dew,” I said, “I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.”

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: “I’ll carry you out every morning until deaths do us apart.”