The thing is, I don't feel like I have ended up with the cool gang, I feel like everyone is in a gang, cool or not, big or tiny, and I just can't penetrate them. I explain things as clearly as I can, I say all the things I have done to try to improve the situation, but when I try to say "I have done all this" I seem to be misunderstood completely.
I follow people's advice to the letter while being conscious that I must not make it forced, since human bonds are not made using a scientific formula, or inauthentic, since I can't just pretend I am someone I am not to get them to like me, I would be found out pretty sharpish. I follow social norms - I don't smell bad, I am naturally smiley and open and friendly, etc etc. So I do all the right things. But then I say that something still isn't quite right, I'm still not making bonds, and there are suggestions that I am too negative, I invite rejection, I'm going for the wrong so dooming myself to failure.
I'm not sure if I've said before the conversation I had with my counsellor about men (I'm not about to discuss internet dating as that's a whole different ballgame). I can't be bothered to go into the whole story, and I want to preface it with the disclaimer that I do not live my life in desperate search of a man, but I would like to have romantic relationships because I have never had a proper one, I'd like to go on dates. I know some people are happy being single, and I'm not unhappy, but a lot of people who say they don't want any more relationships mean it in an "I've had my fun" ways. I've never had my fun and I'm still young and I think it's a side of me that would be nice to develop and I would quite like some sex as well. I don't think being open to the idea that a romantic relationship might be nice needs justifying further . So this was just one thing I was discussing about being normal and being desirable and being accepted, not a tragic Bridget Jones style "I'm going to be a singleton forever" thing... It's just an example of hitting a wall.
There was one example I gave of how literally every other woman I have been out with gets approached by men in bars, and I do not, and however shallow this may be, it makes me feel pretty shit and unattractive. I'm not doing anything wrong - I am at a bar, sitting with friends, smiling and chatting and having a drink, like thousands of women do. I am not behaving differently, my body language is not different, I am not staring at the floor nor screaming and making a scene, my clothes are fine, my hair and make up are fine - I am behaving exactly how one would expect a young woman having fun to be. But I can be sat with one or more women, all of whom get attention, but I do not. Men literally never approach me. If this happened once or twice, I wouldn't even notice. But it's happened since I started going out when I was 18, so nearly 14 years. I try to be proactive and approach them sometimes, strike up conversation, dance with them,whatever, but it's never returned. So whether it's waiting for them to approach me, or me making a move, I never get anywhere.
I'm not giving off a negative vibe, because I am there to enjoy a drink with someone and am enjoying myself, I'm not out on the pull. But people rarely go out on the pull - they meet dates and potential partners and life partners by chance in all these everyday situations like bars, university, work, hobbies and courses... I never get any interest, ever. And it can feel horrible - it's entirely human to crave intimacy and sex and feeling desired and sharing your own desires.
So I explained this to my counsellor, and she said it simply cannot be true, when she looks at me she sees a glamorous attractive young woman with an inviting smile, there is no way men are not interested. So I explained, again, that no, in the last 14 years, I have had zero interest. She said maybe I am just not seeing it. I said no, I am not stupid - I see other women get approached and men make it plainly obvious they are approaching them, I would have to be blind and deaf if I were missing people doing the same to me. "that can't be true" is not a helpful response to my problem.
Then it was an analysis of how maybe I am giving off the wrong signs -nope, you just said yourself you think I look quite inviting and attractive, I don't look much different when I go out, and I don't look or act different from anyone else. The only difference normally is that I am often the only person of my ethnicity, but I am loathe to use that as an explanation and I don't think it is (though I'm sure it's a reason for a few people). I'm not wearing a fake wedding ring, or a sign saying I'm a lesbian, or a sign saying i'm not looking for a male approach, or an aura that says I was once abused and vulnerable so do not approach if you don't want the baggage. So I don't know what it is that makes me not be able to meet men in this way, when literally every other woman I know has had loads of attention and can have her pick of who she wants to chase her and who she wants to send away.
Then, clutching at straws, she suggested maybe the men who fancy me are really shy
. Every last one, ever, who has fancied me, has been too shy to approach me? Yes sure, my 5'3 frame and inviting smile must be so damn intimidating to all these men.
So rather than try to get to the crux of why this is happening, she spent ages trying to say my experience could not possibly be true and I must be misreading the situation. If it were me missing out on something subtle, might be misreading the situation. But there is nothing subtle about hitting on someone in a bar - I know for sure it has never happened to me. Then it's suggesting another implausible solution, that I'm such a rare breed of creature that I only attract men who are just too timid to approach me. To me this is all desperately trying to prove the red herrings but avoiding the obvious that she just doesn't want to say. Unlucky, maybe you're just not what men want. If she said that, it would sting, for sure, but it's what I've felt all along so wouldn't be gutted or surprised, and I'd appreciate her honesty, and then we can move the fuck on and work out how I am going to cope with this bleak reality.
Like I said this was just one example I used, so the answer is not "what do you expect, bars a shallow, stop over analysing and being a crazy woman, join a more discerning pursuit like a rambling club and then you'll find a nice man who will appreciate you", because I can assure you I have stories about the rambling club too.