And it makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong. I go to the gym, bars, work, parks, coffeeshops, anywhere and I see happy couples and my mind pauses and questions my rp lifestyle. My family has been pushing for me to settle.

You all will laugh buts its becoming a tough job playing "The Prince" at work and then playing Romeo with the plates.

I feel guilty because my lifestyle gives me a sizeable advantage over many men but the mental gymnastics of handling plates is catching up to me. My mind almost wants to fold into a relationship and build something meaningful. Dane Cook put it in a good way about how jealous he was of one of his friends because he was never locked down in a relationship but I cant remember the story.

Anyone feel this?

Edit - Thank you all that responded. it's hard to live the rp life, but worth it.

All the best gents