Well, as it turns out, that person
was my age, actually
took interest in me,
is attractive
and intelligent, and also from what I heard, a rather decent person overall (charitable, kind, lady-like; and from my experience hanging out after work in my past job, a decent drinking buddy as well) and I apparently
already knew her from a prior job (and held some decent conversations with her and proved I'm intelligent and all other things I know are more important to show if interested in someone, yadda yadda yadda).
When do I get these important little nuggets of information from my family? Months to years, possibly even close to a decade
after they already know about it. They won't answer me, but I think I already know why they delayed their telling me: It's because in my everyday life I'm a lazy dis-motivated slob that doesn't want to dress nicely, or anything of the sort (as if I'm the stereotypical basement-dweller, which I actually am not).
So yeah, my response to my family in these regards, and possibly many other cases similar to this I have yet to hear of (and I would assume many as an understatement because "I don't go out often enough" according to them, whereas finances are tight almost all the time is my main means of justifying why I don't go out (gas prices suck too BTW; and my car is usually taken without my consent anyhow all the time, and when I
do finally get to take my car out, it's near-out of gas, and I don't have enough for an outing to pay for both.).):
What the Hell Guys?I would assume all my siblings and parents hold the same reasons. I'M NOT A GORRAM STEREOTYPE! I'M JUST LAZY! I mean, when I actually find reason to put my back into something, it is easily visible how much better things end up. A minimum of a decade passes with me trying to show the example, and they still don't get the hint. Heck, I even told them upfront recently, and it still whizzed over their heads. :facepalm:.
What especially pisses me off about this is how long have I been led to believe that the reason I've not been succeeding with women my entire life was because of me and my personality and everything else alone? Whereas in truth, I'm just completely devoid of information constantly, or always mis-informed, because I don't fit my family's profile of a "datable gentleman" because I gave up with good reason due to dating being "No longer worth stressing over. I'm being happy for myself and myself only now.". IE- being my normal everyday self more often, and no longer what I believe would fetch me a date that I've been taught all my life (being a nice guy, cleaning up and looking good when going out and such; You know, the same old crap.). Does anyone else see something wrong with this?
Personally, it's like I've foreseen ages ago, if only somebody gave me a hint or some information, or... I dunno, possibly hooked me up on a blind date with someone that could've possibly interested me, then I wouldn't be having all sorts of social problems that have plagued me my whole life. Like I stated above. What the hell guys?