It has been my unfortunate and unhappy experience to receive friendship requests at Facebook from younger (than myself) women on occasion whose profile photos are attractive enough and whose initial chat contacts there suggest they are looking for someone of the opposite sex for potnetial romantic intentions even if separated by long distances from where I currently live. Of course, possibly having the autism-like disorder Asperger's Syndrome, I am confused or uncertain at picking up these social cues other men would have no difficulty recognizing in a heartbeat without making jackasses of themselves and causing shame when the contact's intentions are misunderstood. As a teenager with developing hormones and a young man, I have misunderstood attention from attractive girls and young women as romantic overtures when probably all they sought was friendship - something I was unable and unwilling to give to anyone with breasts and a vagina back then. I was a tortured youth who wanted the red-hot romance with some sexy chick and if she was smart so much the better. Unfortunately I was totally incapable of displaying normal instincts toward young women that might've attracted them to me despite my shortcomings (being overweight to morbidly obese from my teens to mid-20s) and awkwardness in social situations. As a result I dated no one in high school or college, despite desperately wanting to do just that inside (unable to express any attraction for women verbally to the actual object of my desire - and the one time I managed to do just that, the woman shot me down with rejection shattering my fragile self-confidence leading up to that disastrous moment).
Recently I was friended by three different young women on Facebook in the past six months, two with attractive profile pictures and the other without any image, all living hundreds of thousands of miles away (I'm uncertain about the last one since her page gives no location). I won't use even first names here. The first one from California carried on a brief e-mail correspondence and wanted to text instead. When I showed reluctance to do the latter, because my crap welfare-benefit cellular phone from 2011 is hard to text with (I've managed to only send two such messages in less than two years - I asked the provider about returning the phone since I no longer receive food stamps, but they won't take it back). But we just didn't click in those exchanges. She wouldn't ever mention any hobbies or interests I might have in common, which is something I need to make a stronger connection with another human being. Finally we stopped corresponding after a month and remain only Facebook friends.
The second woman in question from Illinois exchanged one brief chat with me at Facebook soon after I accepted her friendship request. Apparently I must've said something wrong in my responses because she went offline after I said something about her choice of college study being noble and every message I sent to her since that December exchange has been ignored. We're still Facebook friends, but it's as though I blew the audition for someone who intimated she was single and in her early 30s - if that wasn't an advertisement of a woman seeking some sort of romantic male companionship then what the hell was it? See, this is where I might misunderstand what women say to me and assume the wrong thing.
The third and most recent woman also sent a friendship request at Facebook, and when I went online to check my page soon afterward she started a chat in which she said she liked my profile photo (it's from my high school class' 2001 25th reunion and a rare shot of me smiling). She claimed she had to log off and asked me to give her my cell phone number so she could text me. I refused, explaining I didn't text much because of the crap phone I had, and suggested e-mail contact giving her both my account addresses. The lady has never responded to my few messages since answering her question about what I like to do for fun (something I couldn't answer off the top of my head in our brief chat). I guess she sensed I'm not a naturally fun guy. This is why I wrote my last post bitching about why some people prefer text messages to other types of instantaneous or near-instantaneous electronic communication available today.
Maybe I just misunderstood each of those contacts. Maybe I'm just unloveable for all time by any female still living today. Maybe I'm the supreme idiot writing this online for anyone browsing this site to read. I don't know anymore.
So, to the next prick teasing younger female who sends me any friendship request on Facebook with the apparent intention of making a romantic connection to this guy, who is in effect a total stranger, due to liking my page's profile photo or some other equally shallow reason - don't lead me on even for a second, don't scam me (I had enough of that at Match.com last year) and don't waste my time asking me to text you (my phone is limited and I don't like tapping number buttons just to get the right letters to spell words or figuring out how to punctuate sentences with the function buttons - and I don't like using abbreviations for some words such as U for you, etc.). I'm a chronically lonely man probably viewed as over-the-hill at age 44 by the typical shallow younger chick and it would take a sainted woman to even love me anyhow. I just don't see any good possibilities on the near horizon that will change that. And that is the core reason why I hate St. Valentine's Day. Of course, this column will draw derision from those curious enough to read the constant train wreck, burning plane crash and 50-car pileup on the Interstate that is my personal opinion blog. Someone will most likely tell me I've just torched any bridge to romance that might've been out there waiting for me to cross it. Well, here's some news for you. I don't read other people very well, especially women I'm sorry to admit. So it looks as if I'll remain chronically single and lonely for every future Valentine's Day too.