Here's another 30-something whos only had one girlfriend (way back in highschool, lasted 2 weeks, so maybe even that dont count, even if we did get it on, if you know what i mean).
Mistakes I made? Well never had confidence in myself, even when I had a full head of hair and was relatively good looking, my shyness held me back, was always afraid of rejection. Now that i have a little more confidence, my baldness and slight paunch is getting in the way. Plus it doesn't help that I've spent the last 10 years of my life isolated in a bubble with my old circle of pot-smoking friends (most of who are married or in a serious relationship now), living at home (I've since moved to a bigger city in another state). The big question in my head is, how do you start dating at such a late age? It seems woman would be skeptical about someone who hasn't been with someone for that long. Sure, you can fake it, but with such inexperience, im sure it would show. Not trying to be negative, but how the hell do you overcome that catch-22 barrier?!
But after reading a lot of advise on here, I'm going to really fight for change, setting up an appointment with a phych to try to find a way to alleviate the uncontrollable depression and anxiety that I experience, that is no doubt caused by self-undermining thinking. That Nick fellow on here has LOTS of good advice (if I lived in England, I would join his group in a heart-beat). Now, it's just a matter of finding a way to overcome the intense emotions that sometimes drown me (something even positive thinking can tame, Ive tried like hell), hopefully the phych can help out in that area.
I mean, I gotta do something, my alternatives are to go back home and wait to die, or "expedite" the process out here. These are un-acceptable alternatives, 'cause if my plan for recovery works, I could have a great life (im one smart cookie, bringing "things" into my life is not a problem, it's bringing good people is what I have a hard time with). Not to mention the scarring pain it would cause my family back home (I couldn't imagine hurting them like that)
Can't wait to get out of these "dark-ages" of my life and finally see the light, this existance is miserable and makes me feel like a freak. Sometimes I can't even get things done when I get home, I go into a depression-induced sleep. Can't give up, and hopefully none of you other folks do, either.