The Myth of Being Unlucky in Love

One of those social adages I have encountered over the years has been "unlucky at love" whereby the person is single and has never had any serious coupling prospects or something in a similar vein.

Anyway one of those "kiss of death" moments in a blind date introduction for me personally has been the revelation that someone is "unlucky at love" whereby my shields go to maximum and the entire outing becomes yet another lesson in futility.

Why then have I, who pretty much is undatable with my girth and my baldness, been able to attract those females for various excursions when all of these perfectly lovely people who are "unlucky in love" have had to settle for let us say ... less than optimal company.

It's your standards. I set high goals and those women I entertain are in search of that which I can provide: a technical edge. They are not so much concerned with me as a life partner or "Mr Right" as it were as they are with an immediate need I can provide thereby rendering me "Mr Right Now".

I'm typically very satisfied with these relationships because it saves me from having to show anyone the door and let's face it ... "the game" is not something a person my age should have to pursue anyway.

So I'll take what I get from time to time and enjoy those companies which enjoy mine — regardless of the underlying motivation. Should I be sad that there is always some ulterior motive ? I think not. The benefits are highly satisfactory and that's all I really care about.

Someday I may be smitten once again having been there only once in my life. I don't see it happening but would not begrudge it's arrival a single iota.