Who here has been single all their life.

（´Д｀;;) i get really nervous around girls for some reason, especially when i like them. Is it game over for me?

>>279
 Nihilism

>>279
Faggotry

I HAVE BEEN SINGLE ALL MY LIFE!½

What if in my case that it isn't because all the women hates me, but I'm not atttracted to any women around here.  Most of them are uncultured, idiotic, and ignorant and the ones that are... are either fat, ugly, and deformed in some way.  I'm shallow, yes. But, I look at as a way to avoid the garbage

>>284

If you live in Atlanta we need to get drunk.  Now.  I totally understand the sentiment.

That's an invitation to boyrape.

ive been single for 4 years now, but since my new job, chances are getting better again. i know 2 girls at my job that would like to get into a relation with me, one is fun to hang out with, but just not my type. the other one quitted her job a few weeks ago, i thought i'd better just forget her and go on.
but today one of my collegues called me, told me shes back! cant wait till wensday, lalalala.

Single all my life and happy about it. Relationships are a waste of time, space, freedom and money.

STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR SHITTY LOVE PROBLEMS AND FIX /b/

Gameboy song!

>>287

I'm single and since I started my new job, I really haven't been interested in getting into a relationship with someone.  That doesn't mean, I am not attracted to the girls that I see at my work place.  But, if I had a chance to fuck a hot girl, I would.

I've never really had any interest whatsoever in sex of any kind. I'd turn down a chance to fuck ANYTHING.

>>289
THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE THAN /b/

>>293
YES, BUT THEY WON'T GO OUT WITH ME

>>294
Buddha kicked your face, didn't he?

It's okay to not have a girlfriend as long as you have multiple sex partners.

PROSTATE CANCER JUST KICKED IN YO

Girlfriend = can't keep my job, can't watch anime/tv/movies all the time, can't check out other girls all the time.  Basically completely destroy my lifestyle.

BUT I DONT HAVE SEX PARTNERS EITHER

300GET

When I see a really cute girl and i'm interested in them, I tense up and I become really shy that I'm unable to talk to her... just stare. Ugh, I'm afraid that if I don't get over this, I'll end up with an ugly girlfriend.

I HAVE THE INTERNET SO I HAVE NO NEED FOR SEX.

>>301
Then don't stare, accidentally introduce yourself into the conversation or something of the sort.

>>303
easy for you to say

>>304

....huh?  How is that hard?

>>305

because women can be soooo cold

>>306
They are cold and will use you like shit.

I wonder how many of you would really prefer to be single.  Lets say, a really hot chick came by and told her that she loves you. Would you reject her and stay single forever or accept her love for a night of passion.  Those that say that they prefer to be single and women are just a waste of time and money, obviously are hiding themselves behind a lie to prevent pain. 

I say go out and find that special girl to share an interest or at least show her why you like it and maybe she too will enjoy anime/games/ and/or other things.

>> 307
i seconded

The first anime I ever saw was "Revolutionary Girl Utena" the movie. I was attracted to it because it was bizarre and new. It hit me at a vulnerable time; my father and mother had just been murdered. I became obsessed with the "emptiness inside" theme of the movie, and felt that this related to my life somehow. I watched Evangelion next, and absolutely loved the depressing feeling both of these shows left me with. I am a person who loves depressions; I feel that I am at my most creative and "raw" when utterly depressed. The empty feeling these shows gave me filled me with emotions I wanted to recapture.

Like an addict seeking another hit, I kept downloading more and more programs, watching tons of shows. At one point, I had two shoeboxes full of CD-r's packed with Anime programs. I had a library of just about every show ever made. I became obsessive, but I wasn't finding that feeling that was originally there. Sure, I could recapture it with great stuff like Serial Experiments: Lain and Millenium actress, but that was only for a moment.

Eventually, I stopped watching the shows I was downloading, but just grabbed them for the sake of having them. I had to have more. I bought DVD's and didn't watch them. Gradually, over time, I felt my aesthetic become warped. What once was strange and bizarre looking character design became familiar; I sought it out. If I caught a glimpse of an anime style character in real life, I felt a rush; almost as if my hindbrain saw it before I was aware of it. I was visiting a Japanese tea Garden and saw real life schoolgirls in the familiar navy blue fuku uniforms. I was fascinated by them; I was drawn, attracted, but not in a sexual way; it blew my mind to see something in real life that I had before seen only in the abstract.

A familiar feeling came through me when I saw them. I felt the same at that moment as when I had first seen Utena, when I had first finished Evangelion. My obsession took a new direction.

I bought several sailor fuku uniforms from online retailers. J-list was too expensive and didn't sell in the size I desired. I had to have the legitimate stuff. At first it was satisfying to just look at the uniforms. I would keep them clean, iron them, and hang them up every day. The ritual was soothing to me.

Sooner or later I had to do it. I had to wear the uniforms I had treasured. I am proud to report that it took me a few months to break down, to really cross the threshold into utter depravity. After that line had been crossed, though, there was no going back. Tentatively, I started by simply wearing the uniforms around the house. I would wake up very early, before anyone could glimpse at me from outside on the street, and simply do my cleaning and cooking wearing the various uniforms I purchased. I got a matching apron. I would pretend I was getting ready for Japanese High school.

Soon, though, wearing the uniform in private was not enough. I purchased a duster trenchcoat and began walking through town wearing my outfit. Nobody knew, and this made me comfortable. But, again, this soon became insufficient to satisfy my obsession.

I began stalking this girl I knew, Sarah. I checked out her routines; when she left for work, when she got back, what time she went to bed. At first I furtively ventured into her place with my uniform under my trench coat while she was away. I knew where her spare key was because I had helped her move earlier. Speaking of this, I'm a pretty beefy guy. I weigh around 240-260 pounds, but I'm not that tall. A great friend to have if you need to move.

Anyway, gradually, I became more comfortable in her apartment. I started doing stuff like rolling around in her bed, stealing her underwear and putting it in little plastic bags, soforth. As you would expect, I became more and more comfortable doing this, and crossed a line. She came home unexpectedly one day, early from work. Panicked, I hid under the bed in my uniform. Immediately, as she came through the door, she spotted my trench coat. Lying under her bed, the sound of my heavy breathing seemed a thousand times louder than it actually was. I could hear her rooting through the trench coat, and could hear the wrinkling of celophane as she found my empty plastic bags. Thank god they didn't yet have her used underwear in them.

I put my sweaty, meaty hands together and prayed.

I heard her walking around the apartment. Thankfully, she didn't bring anyone with her. My mind was flashing; the excitement had triggered my epilepsy. Suddenly, I was barraged with memories from my first anime program, revolutionary girl utena. I heard her walking around some more, and then sit down on the bed. I saw her clothes come off and hit the floor in front of me. During this time I was controlling myself and having a minor epileptic fit. I could see transformation sequences from anime programs I had watched. It was all coming together; the near hallucinations, the girl in the bed above me, and most of all, my sweaty fuku uniform.

She approached the bathroom and got into the shower. She turned on the water. I was convinced that this was the one moment I had been searching for. This was my chance to cross over into the other world described in Utena; the fabric of reality was thin. I could taste it. In many of my anime programs I had seen the seemingly normal characters, like me, enter into a world of magic and joy.

I rolled out from under the bed and bounded into the bathroom. She saw my large form approaching through the glass of the shower and started screaming. I was having epileptic flashes; the screaming sounded just like "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" I was having trouble walking, my steps staggered. I couldn't feel the floor. My meaty hands slammed the shower door open, but she sprayed me with a jet of water. The water triggered another fit and I seized, falling into the bath. She tripped and fell on top of me. As she was screaming and my blood filled the bath, it swirled around reality, and intermingled in my mind. Her screams, the blood, my sweat, the uniform, Japan, schoolgirls, magic, tragedy, terror, and hope all become one to me. For one moment, I could taste it. The anime reality. It was here, like a precious jewel perched between my meaty, sweaty pectorals. And then, gone.

SO yeah I like anime.

>>310
Cheer up emo kid

>>310
you should have put a warning at the front, "not fap material"

>>312
You thought it would be?

pretty amazing text btw.

/r/ Restraining Order

>>310
from http://4-ch.net/anime/kareha.pl/1119502490

>>315
same guy posted both

>>314
/r/s go in /r/

I'm right now sitting next to a girl I like. I like her alot. But the thing is I feel nervous when I'm alone with her, so I can barely talk to her. I'm not sure, but I get a feeling that she maybe knows that I like her, or I'm maybe I'm tricking myself. For the most of the time when I spend time with her and my other friends,I'm quite silent and don't joke very much as her and my friends.
I belive the others see me as a stiff person. I'm ok with that, but i don't want to be considerd that all the time.
Btw she's five years older than me.
I also sometimes really don't belive that I have any chance on her, but I try not to be that negetive.
I sometimes feel VERY lonely, and imagine sometimes that
something bad would happend so that I would be forced to confess to her.
I'm probably to immature for her.

>>318
I'm sorry Anonym- well, Akomu (WTF, let's be Anonymous okay?); you look like an interesting person which means you don't have much of a chance with her. Don't get me wrong - I wish I'm proven wrong, but this is what I think, and I want to help you understand the situation and don't get false expectations.

After reading your post, and without even knowing her, I can tell you I'm sure not only you're not too immature for her - but she's too immature for you.

Here are your problems:
- You seem to be introvert and decently mature, which is perfectly ok, but girls don't like this; girls like monkeys.
- You don't seem to be doing anything to make her feel like shit. Girls need this to fall in love, or whatever they feel which I don't know if I should call love.
- You're younger than her, which in girls' thoughts means you can't get too much money for her. Girls love your wallet more than anything else, and being older means fatter wallets, so they go for older guys.

That said, I really hope I'm wrong and you have a wonderful life with her. All Anonymii (or not :P ) deserves it.

>>319
As a girl, I'd like to respond to this:
-some girls like really funny, extroverted monkeyboys, but I'd say it depends on the girl's personality.  I personally am intimidated by these kinds of guys.  I think it depends more upon whether you seem confident and self-assured than whether you're and extrovert or introvert.
-some girls might get off on being treated like shit, but I think most of us are just looking for someone to connect to, a guy who will make us feel like we're special to him.  A perfect guy is one who strikes a balance between being nice and caring (stereotypical male friend) and interesting and unpredictable (stereotypical bad boy)
-it's true that money is a consideration for older women, who might be finishing school and thinking about starting their careers, or getting a house and starting a family.  Exactly how old are you and the girl?  If she's 25 I can see this being an issue, but if you're both still in high school then unless she's totally shallow it shouldn't be a problem.