^ I know that can be hard, but friends are a blessing, hombre. Friends lead to other friends, and that can lead to great things. In high school, I was totally in love with a friend for over a year. When I finally got a crush on someone else, thus eliminating the ever-present awkwardness between us, we became better and closer friends than I could have imagined. (In a purely platonic, but no less wonderful for that, sense.)
Warbler said:
I’m sure that is part of it. Do you what the day should really be called for me? Passover.
I prefer "Independence Day."
An Open Letter to the Lonely Hearts of this thread: I've been single my entire adult life, which happens to be about as long a time as some of you posters can even recall. True, I've often not tried to meet anyone, I've frequently been in awkward life circumstances or generally feeling low on mojo, and I've rarely lived every day as vibrantly and fully as I've been capable of. Generally speaking, I've almost always been open to Life gifting me with a can't-miss, silver platter opportunity for romance and passion, but, ever since a brief interlude when I was 16, Life has pretty much declined to do so. I'd like to be magnanimous, and sing
Love's Been Good to Me along with Johnny, but, in fairness to myself, it hasn't - not yet.
I know that if my, say, 17-year-old self could hop in a DeLorean and visit me for even a quarter-hour, one of his first questions would be how we've done with the ladies, and I know the truth would appall him. He'd immediately start drilling me on where I went to college, what I did afterwards, what sort of jobs I held and where - all so he could chart as different a course as possible, in hopes of more romantic results. And though him choosing a different college in another state, and maybe going straight for nursing school instead of serving an unexpected enlistment in the Navy (which, to be fair, is how I got the idea for that profession), would mean I'd never meet several of my closest and dearest friends, and although I'm at peace with the decisions I've made and the path I've taken, I don't think I could deprive my younger self such an opportunity. The thought of never having met those friends I made as an adult is horrible, and even thinking this fantastical scenario kinda feels like betraying them, but good friends can be made everywhere, and I've deserved better treatment from Aphrodite than this, damn it.
Some of you are talking about chasing dreams of filmmaking. I share those dreams, but I'm studying to become a nurse administrator, so that I can have a solid day job I enjoy (if not necessarily absolutely love), thus giving me the security to pursue artistic hobbies in my free time, but also to be a viable relationship partner for a great woman. Nursing isn't my passion, but I
am passionate about wanting to be in a fantastic relationship at some point, so I'm pursuing nursing
now, so the other thing may come later. (Also, let's face it, if the past few years in the entertainment world and world at large have taught us
anything, it's surely that what humanity needs these days, culture-wise, is not exactly another young, sheltered, hetero white American who daydreams about making movies full of explosions and hot women in form-fitting outfits.)
I'm not telling anyone not to chase filmmaking dreams if you also have them. I
may be recommending that you take a cold, hard look at your chances and most likely prospects in any given career field, and ask yourself how broke and grasping you're willing to be, and for how long, but that's about it. I'm not here to preach. I've always thought that I needed more life experience before trying to make any art of substance, so maybe this nursing is just my long-game shot at filmmaking glory after all. I don't know. I'm not a wise man or a great man; I'm just a bloke trying to be a good man.
I like to sardonically call myself "The Most Single Man in America", and here's another Valentine's Day, and, yep, still single. I actually have rational basis to think this streak
may end fairly soon, due largely to significant effort of my own (no silver platter situation), but today, right now, I've earned my title and it's
still mine, blast it. I've been single for ages and ages despite being, IMHO, a decent to solid prospect most of this time, and often in spite of active searching and outreach, so I won't sugarcoat things for anyone: you may get rotten luck like mine, and you may, like me, experience far less romance than you'd like for a very long time. Given how the lives of nearly all my peers have gone, you're statistically unlikely to be as unlucky in this department as myself, but, it could happen.
If I have any
actual advice, then, it's this: make a plan. Better yourself each day, both as an individual and a fantastic partner's potential partner. Research career paths that don't require extraordinary luck to find success, ones you think you could live with, and at least consider pursuing them. Do
push-ups and
sit-ups and
pull-ups. Go on dating apps, ask female friends to evaluate your wardrobe and room, and ask them to consider referring any single friends they may have your way. Ask a cute girl in your class/school/work to coffee/ice cream/a pub/whatever. Take an improv acting class, and thereby train yourself in making things up in the moment while in character (in this case, of a confident, desirable gentleman - fake it 'til you make it). Ask women friends about their rotten dating experiences (everyone has them, and they love to grouse about them), and learn from those guys' mistakes. Take dancing lessons. Limit your pron intake. Learn to cook. Reach out to someone who also seems isolated.
Good luck.