I now know why I can't find a date. And it's always been this way. There's something wrong with me... I have labored under a crippling disability all my life, and it is this: ...I'm too good looking.
Don't laugh _or_ cluck: It's not that I ever really noticed or cared about my looks. But apparently other people did; they saw me as unapproachable.
I'm not unapproachable. It's just that I wouldn't know what to say when approached. So I don't say anything. And then after a while you give up and leave me alone.
And then I stop hyperventilating. And go back to bitching about being single.
I'm in my own weird, mind paradox that I can't escape.
