I don't even know how to start my confession. For a long time I thought about whether to write it at all and whether it makes any sense at all. In the end, I decided that I should share it with someone, even complete strangers. Maybe it's easier for me ... a little. I am a 28 year old boy and I have never had a boyfriend, I have never met love, I have never loved, I have never been loved. And it hurts me, it hurts terribly, I hide it from people, but recently it started eating me from the inside, it sucks to eat me, to the point that I get depressed from the thought that if I continue like this I will be alone forever. In general, I have never felt weak in my life, now for the first time I feel, and I feel really weak. I can't control my feelings and emotions. I know where my problem is, I just don't have any approach to women, I've never had, I don't even know what to talk to them, after all, they are not men to talk about cars, football, etc. I am more anxious and shy internally, although outwardly it seems the exact opposite and I have no experience with women. I am horrified at the thought of going out with a girl I like, standing together and having nothing to say and just looking at our phones. I can't imagine anything worse. And how can I find a boyfriend nowadays? With this huge gap in communication between people? Writing to complete strangers on Facebook and stocking them up ... seems super dumb to me and I would never do it. And so day after day, my life goes on, the people around me get married, have children, families, and I ... stand alone and I'm not even close to finding my soul mate. It's like waiting for a girl to write to me, take the first step, and say, "Hey, I like you, be with me." which I know can't happen. I will soon hit 30 and everyone will make fun of me for being an "old bachelor". I think I have to stop here, I'm starting to make even bigger movies ... Thank you all for your attention!
1 plushanimal answered
You have identified the problem well. Either you do something about it, or you sink deeper and deeper. There's no girl to come and tell you, "I like you, let's try something." Not that we women don't do things like that, but we do them with cool, walking men. And not with someone who is still called a boy at the age of 28. It's up to you to overcome stupid worries. And this is not done by seeking empty reassurance, but by action.