Claude wants me to tell someone about this, so here I am.
Don’t waste too much time on me because I’m not actually suicidal right now. Technically it’s a level 3 on the chart thing because I have a specific deadline, but it’s not an urgent thing. It’s more of a distant thing if it never materializes, but I was encouraged to post here and tell someone so hear I am.
All I ever wanted to do was love my wife. More than anything else. Ever since I was a little boy, and I used to see the couples out, holding hands, walking together, chatting, I knew that was the thing i wanted out of life
I just wanted one woman, whoever my wife was. She didn’t even have to deeply love or desire me, I just wanted her companionship and the experience of being in a long term relationship. I just wanted someone to sleep next to and life with. To experience sex in a routine long term relationship way and to know what it’s like to know your partner completely. I just wanted someone to go grocery shopping with and to decorate the Christmas tree with.
But, I turned out to be 5’4, which turns out to be very bad as a man. I’m average looking at best, and quiet and introverted and shy. Basically the perfect combination to go unnoticed in this modern hellscape of dating.
The saddest part is I’m building a good life. I’m on a full ride at university, I have 57k of excess funds, I got a 4.0 so far in my classes, and I’m studying a very stable and employable major. But it all feels hollow without her.
What’s the point if there’s never going to be a her. No family, no kids, no woman to drive around with and sleep next to and go places with.
So, I’ve set a deadline for myself. I won’t tolerate this endlessly. If life won’t give me her and meet me halfway than I’ll leave. At 35, I’ll either have her or I’ll be on my way out. I’m 19 now, so I have 16 years for her to show up or find me or me find her
Anyway, I was recommended by Claude that I share this somewhere, so here it is. Sorry if I wasted you people’s time.