So when I will finally avenge the lack of any relationships in my life, troubled or otherwise (or, rather, the troubled way which only leads to unidirectional, incurable rejection), I hope that no male person in this world will learn from my story and not repeat my mistakes. I also hope that what awaits me there will be, either completely blank, or, failing this, at least a world where personal misfortune and/poor dating skills won't matter that much.
Although most scientists, scholars, physicians, therapists will agree upon the fact that my problem is a deeper one, in fact, everything else in life (OK, maybe aside from the luxury objects representing, at least in my society, the gateway to any woman), came so easily, yet the woman remain the only unobtainable and unexplained mystery. Why is it always have to be so hard to have what we really want? Thanks for bearing this nearly endless rant and please excuse any (totally unintentional) offense.