I hate waiting for "when I least expect it". I'm tired of just "being myself" hoping some random girl will be attracted to me and make a move. I always have to make a move, and it always ends badly. Rarely ever gets past the first or second date. I don't get it. I know you don't know me, or whether or not I'm being genuine about my innocence in the matter, but try to believe me when I tell you I'm a good person. I am a genuinely good person, with enough charming to fit in anywhere with that nerd undercoat that keeps conversations going. The dates go fantastically, by the way. Except for the never returning my calls or "yeah I'm busy that day. that day too. yep that day" phone conversations when trying to set up a next date.
TLDR; Single guy confesses to random website he google'd soul's laments.


