Hello, my name is Brian, I am 39. My biggest goal in my life has always been to get a girlfriend. Whatever is required out of someone in order to get a girlfriend I just do not seem to have. The blunt truth is women do not seem to like me, and none have ever enjoyed spending time with me. I'm not proud of this; much of my struggle with autism stems from this reality. That I am simply not what women look for in a partner. This has been an extreme challenge for me in life.
When it comes to women I have always felt there is a sort of countdown that starts ticking as soon as I meet them. For many women the time they give me to start is basically nothing, for others the countdown is much longer but nevertheless there is always a countdown. I have never met a woman who matched my energy. I am always so happy and joyful to meet them and start talking/communicating with them. Yet inside I always know it is temporary. They will tolerate me for a bit then move on.
Perhaps an example of this played out when I was 23 years old. My social circle from college was falling apart on me during my last semester as an undergrad. I was in a very dark place and struggling, I was very desperate to make new female friends, since the only female friend I had ended her friendship with me. I was reaching out in email to anyone I even remotely knew. One of my classmates whom I knew just a little was kind enough to email back to me.
She understood I was going through a very difficult time in my life. She made it obvious early that she had no romantic interest in me (women are always good about this) and we emailed back and forth for about two weeks. I was open and honest with her about the struggles I was going through. I knew deep down eventually the emails would stop. She would lose interest in me, and I would never hear from her again. After we sent maybe three emails to each other, she never responded to my fourth email. It was a pattern I knew all too well. I never heard from her or saw her again. It is so embarrassing knowing that she meant more to me than anyone else in the world for those two weeks. The first thing I would do every time I turned a computer on was to check my email. Just hoping and praying an email from her would be there. It always meant the world to me when there was one.
I knew it would end though. I knew it would be painful for me. But I took what I could. Those little moments of kindness from women have always meant the world to me. I grew so very tired of that countdown clock. Knowing that no matter what I did that none of them would be interested in me long term. I've done my best in life to enjoy all those moments I have gotten to spend with women with all my heart. I will say that
When it comes to women I have always felt there is a sort of countdown that starts ticking as soon as I meet them. For many women the time they give me to start is basically nothing, for others the countdown is much longer but nevertheless there is always a countdown. I have never met a woman who matched my energy. I am always so happy and joyful to meet them and start talking/communicating with them. Yet inside I always know it is temporary. They will tolerate me for a bit then move on.
Perhaps an example of this played out when I was 23 years old. My social circle from college was falling apart on me during my last semester as an undergrad. I was in a very dark place and struggling, I was very desperate to make new female friends, since the only female friend I had ended her friendship with me. I was reaching out in email to anyone I even remotely knew. One of my classmates whom I knew just a little was kind enough to email back to me.
She understood I was going through a very difficult time in my life. She made it obvious early that she had no romantic interest in me (women are always good about this) and we emailed back and forth for about two weeks. I was open and honest with her about the struggles I was going through. I knew deep down eventually the emails would stop. She would lose interest in me, and I would never hear from her again. After we sent maybe three emails to each other, she never responded to my fourth email. It was a pattern I knew all too well. I never heard from her or saw her again. It is so embarrassing knowing that she meant more to me than anyone else in the world for those two weeks. The first thing I would do every time I turned a computer on was to check my email. Just hoping and praying an email from her would be there. It always meant the world to me when there was one.
I knew it would end though. I knew it would be painful for me. But I took what I could. Those little moments of kindness from women have always meant the world to me. I grew so very tired of that countdown clock. Knowing that no matter what I did that none of them would be interested in me long term. I've done my best in life to enjoy all those moments I have gotten to spend with women with all my heart. I will say that