In a random survey conducted yesterday in a room of about 10 men and 10 women, 8 out of 10 men said they wouldn't consider going out with me for 1 of 2 cited reasons:
1. I'm too quiet (LOL?)
2. Variations of I'm too scary/ I'd yell at them (Appallingly unoriginal or eerily consistent?)
Also note that of the 2 men who did, 1 was my dear N who cannot see me in any other manner but fraternal and the other was this nice but polite dude who said yes to pretty much every woman he'd ever spoken to before, in the spirit of being nice and all (yeah, doesn't count!)
Life is an alas indeed. Sigh.
Well, even if I'm doomed to dying alone, I can be assured I'll go quietly and with a mind unburdened of grudges, having unloaded onto the objects of my grudges by yelling at them.
Silver lining? No? Oh well ....
Edited to add: The statistical expert (ahem) in me woke up this morning and realized I need to point out, 10 men doesn't count as a stastistically significant base (30 is the bare minimum) so don't go concluding that 80% of the random men in this world would not go out with me. It could be true, but please note that conclusion would be independent of the story above :)
Also edited to add: Wow. This seemingly silly post might actually end up with the highest comment rate on my blog. Ever. Whoever would have thought that the alasness of my life would be such a motivator. More Alas!
P.P.P.S: A friend asked me this evening if i was speed dating (based on the story above). Emm .. let me clarify that I was NOT. (I don't judge anyone who does!) I was with a bunch of friends I don't spend a lot of time with and seriously clam up around for many reasons. So I understand that their impression of me is exactly what I want it to be. For those who mailed/ msged me out of concern, I'm not upset or anything close to it. Just clarifying :-)