Religion is usually a good cause for this, but at the same time, once you're finally in a relationship or something, it's like buying a used car. New ones are too complicated and expensive to obtain; and what are the odds they weren't test driven first as well by a dealer?
At least, according to many observations people have stated (also when I asked regarding relationships and such, and how long it took until certain people finally got married), it seems nobody will commit with something they haven't "test driven" first. Basically, they're nice, they're funny, they're smart, and they have more than enough money to support a family; but they suck in bed or are a complete virgin, Dealbreaker.
Considering this is how many people really think for most of their life turns me off from the whole prospect of either holding a relationship (mostly fear of being used as well; another reason I tend to scheme), or even giving someone the privilege of sleeping with me. I think having companionship for my whole life was my primary motivation of having a relationship, not sex. I maybe had the natural puberty interest-hit, but that faded rather quickly considering I was also a total failure with the ladies (which I found surprising, considering all the qualities I've been told/bragged about). I was pre-occupied with more important things anyway; plus, I wouldn't say the people that lived around locally were exactly the best of friends/decent people either. Sure, some of them were appealing, but their personalities sure were crap. That turned me away more than anything; more than my lifetime of being rejected. Treat good people as expendable, and you're worth just as much yourself.
Nowadays, I decide to go the celibate route seeing as my hopes are towards a possible Apocalypse; if it doesn't happen and we have a massive population boom, my 10-year high school reunion will never live it down from me (Meaning, I'm going to have so much fun burning everyone). I'm just going to constantly mock them for their cowardice. And even so, if women would all of a sudden find me appealing before 2012... yeah, I'm not buying that. Sure, I'd be denying myself many an opportunity, but I'd rather enjoy my solitude and accept my end in peace, than deal with being a coward and sleep with the first woman to have a change of heart before the end. BTW, I think it would be fun to screw over those who have screwed me over by not screwing them.
Am I a mean person, or would some of my bitterness be somewhat justified?
Damn, there's a lot of virgins here. No surprise, I guess.
People don't realise that getting a woman is as simple as getting out of the house.
Done it, doesn't work. I know from years of experience. Maybe I should move out of town.
At least an Atlanta trip I had recently provides evidence that location may be an issue. At least I constantly learn. And over there I seemed to have much better luck, though my total lack of success made me not recognize/realize success.
I guess I can vouch myself as part of the list, but more by choice. I gave up on humanity years ago. Not worth more years of unnecessary stress (and I'm not getting any younger either; I'm getting close to redline). Plus, it took me a good year or 2 to obtain solitude and inner peace. Last thing I want to do is lose that. In a way, I prefer to die alone.
EDIT:
I guess some contribution could also be that I've been sheltered a good portion of my life. But even so, I still was "the nice guy" (and trying to remove the stigma of that; but recently I learned/realized why women fear them.), I was a gentleman, I tried to understand them, help them, and try to have women join in the bizarre activities I do; or make them interested in my art. Oh, how it all never worked. Being an oddball probably never helped either.