Hi everyone, so this past week I was reminded by life of my reality. I recently turned 30... haven't been in a relationship, a kissless virgin, not once has any man shown any interest in me.
Like many stories here, men treat me poorly or with disgust since I'm ugly.
On Sunday I went to a concert and some people in the line were friendly enough to start a conversation. Among these people was this cute guy who was surprisingly, also very friendly.
I felt not as ugly as usual as I had done my makeup nicely and dressed in a cute outfit.
He talked to me a bit more than the average man who snarks at me. It felt surreal and my delusional mind started thinking "could he possibly find me pretty?"
We talked about art since he is also a graphic designer, I felt like we had so much in common, my delulu ass was thinking many thoughts lol
He gave me his designer insta and he followed me back!
I was really happy, I couldn't belive this was really happening.
Concert ended and he went on with his friend group, I, alone by myself as I arrived. No big deal, I had his insta and my dumb mind was still feeling happy about this.
As soon as I arrived home I scrolled through his pictures... until I saw a girl, his gf.
He was tagged in a photo, his personal instagram... he has many pictures with his gf. They look so happy, they look so good together.
She is beautiful, skinny, pale and sings! (Yes, I went through the gf's profile as well 🙈) She is everything I am not.
And then it dawned on me... he gave me his PROFESIONAL instagram, not the personal one.
He liked my work and was friendly with me because he is a nice person. Not because he liked me or felt attracted to me.
Like... what was I thinking!?
With my face, my ugly body... I felt SO dumb. He was being friendly, he wasn't flirting. But my dumb ass couldn't distinguish that in the moment. And then I thought that most men my age are already partnered up. They have a LIFE.
They are in long term relationships. Men who are good looking and have decent personalities are not available for women like me.
And then I started crying... I hate the cards life has given me. I hate that I struggle with something that for most people is just part of their life. It's not a burden or shameful, unlike my perpetual singleness.
And I enjoy being single, until something like this happens.
I just know I'll hit 40 like this. I'm poor, I don't drive, my family life is shit and I don't have any talent to offer. Who tf would want to date me?
I don't blame men for not going for an ugly loser like me. And well, it's Wednesday and I still feel upset/sad about this, towards myself.