I've been going for dates for a long time in an active/semi-active pace, often about 1-2 dates a week. I have success in means of getting laid quite often, but not in the means that I want, which is ultimately finding someone that I fancy enough to have a relationship with (and with whom it would be two-way thing). I'm not sure have I got less skillfull or have women of western society got more picky, but it seems like I literally can't get a relationship even if my life would depend on it.

It's such a fucking awful thing that men are expected to be everything to be deemed date-worthy. Confidence, looks, career, personality, status, cool hobbies, perfect social skills and psychology - sometimes one needs to even be a fucking psychic to read thoughts to get things right. I've done huge amount of personal self-development at these fields. And then I meet girls, who don't do anything remotely interesting in their lives, don't develop themselves, don't have any idea who they are or what they even want! It's like one sees this huge fucking massive effort to get better in life and what you get? Woman that is just a fucking pretty flower and nothing more. You could get a same thing in the closest brothel without the hassle.

And when you fuck up some small minute thing, they disappear. And then you come across a girl who joyfully tells you that how she LOVES dating, because all the guys are so accepting of her shortcomings and HOW validating and EASY it is. Same girl also says that hey, tell me about your insecurities, and when you tell about them and think well, this could make relations with her a bit deeper, she loses instantly interest as she sees you weak. The whole fucking game is full of conscious (shit-tests) and unconscious (women have no fucking idea how attraction works) traps and everything can end even if you do everything right. Nothing is certain, all guys are deplorable and you are still expected to lead and decide dates and be the one who does everything while the woman just enjoys the ride. And when you end up in a relationship after hopping through dozens of flaming hoops and bear-traps, she might as well end up sucking some drug dealer's dick in a public toilet.

I don't have any questions to ask, just felt like I needed to vent.