#whereisshe

I'm 25 and I've never been in a relationship. Never had sex, never hooked up, never been romantically touched. For years and years I've always heard about how low the bar is for men to be in an actual happy relationship, ya know, like NOT abusing your partner. Either not being a toxic violent masculine snowflake who gaslights and cheats, or incel-types who play the victim card at every turn and never try improve themselves, neither showing any intention of treating women like humans.

Then there's me. I've been merrily going about my life getting to know myself, my personality, reflecting on my shortcomings and taking steps to improve myself and my life overall. It's been great. I'm single as FUCK, but my brain is pretty much fully-developed and I can see the world clearly. No emotional baggage, fully independant, always positive and curious with an ever-growing wealth of funny facts and jokes up my sleeve. I've spent enough time with my close women and coupled friends (and on tumblr) to know how to have a successful relationship, and what people usually expect in each other. It seems pretty simple to me. I know what I want, and I know how to communicate my feelings, and I'm empathetic.

I'm not even THAT ugly (Dare I say, a CUTEY), but I sure am shy and anxious sometimes. In high school I had no problem singing and dancing in musicals, but when it comes to finding a relationship I just fuck up and either push people away or I give them the wrong impression, or I just waste time barking up the wrong tree.

Scare Jacksepticeye no. 6

Another piece of puzzle to the story. Who is coming up next?

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