I'm a pretty fortunate guy. I am friends with a large assortment of really interesting, smart, strong, funny women. They also tend to be attractive. Just the way it seems to work out.
The numbers should in theory work in my favor. Jesus, ONE of them should harbor SOME kind of feeling, right? Or at least some openness? (I am obviously excluding my old friend from last month, who lives so far away and with such an entrenched life that there's no chance of anything long-term happening). A million monkeys in a room all typing on million typewriters for a million years should eventually accidentally type out Hamlet, and similarly a million cool women sitting down chatting with a million [me] for a million years should eventually result in a match (and incidentally a much less revolting smell than what's coming out of that monkey room).
But as far as I know I'm thought of in purely fraternal ways by ALL of them.
Again, I'm lucky to be friends with so many cool women. I'm thankful for the friendship. I wouldn't change it, would never want my friends to feel weird around me. I dig that women feel like they can talk with me.
But motherfuck. It's a real downer sometimes to be that guy. The friend guy. And when I get out there and do more dating I won't even have that going for me. I think I hoped that something would spark that wasn't there before and save me the trouble of having to start from scratch with somebody new. I don't think that plays to my strengths.
Whatever those are.
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