There are somewhere around five million words on this site, and I suspect somewhere around a quarter of a million were expended on the tedious task of bewailing my Permanent Singleness. Then again, I am sufficiently self-aware to know why I’m in this state should I need to identify the culprit, I need only pop open my wallet and look at my driver’s license which perhaps makes me at least slightly better off than these characters described by Robert Stacy McCain:
[S]ome guys never quite figure this out, because they have never really evaluated themselves or women objectively. These guys psychologically separate women into two categories:
- Super-attractive women they really want to hump;
- Normal women they might actually have a chance with.
Unrealistic expectations and particularly the Barbie-doll fixation inevitably produce disappointment, and guys who fall into that pattern tend to end up pathetically alone.
Before proceeding to our example of this phenomenon, let me explain something basic: By the time you are 25 or so, you have probably already dated the best-looking person you’ll ever date. True, there are late bloomers, people who were high-school losers who get their act together by the time they graduate college and suddenly discover that they are more attractive than they were as teenagers, but this late-bloomer effect is very unlikely to occur after age 25. So by the time a guy is in his mid-20s, if he has never dated an 8+, he’s a damned fool to keep dreaming that Cinderella/Barbie/Playboy model will stumble into his life.
Ain’t gonna happen, Jack. Get over it. Life is not fair.
You really should read the whole thing, which includes a grade-A (or at least Type A) object lesson. I note for record that my own selection criteria are at least as implausible; the difference, of course, is that I know it.