I'll be turning 31 next month, and I know I am not getting any younger.
I fear to sound whiny by saying this, but here goes. I long to find the right man to settle down and spend the rest of my life with. But I feel that the older I get, the chances of that ever happening will just get slimmer and slimmer. I go out into the world and try to meet people, but my social ineptness tends to get in the way of that. Add in the fact that I am also an AB, and I feel my chances are even slimmer because of that. Ah, well.
I will stop whining now. I don't particularly like to wallow in self-pity - but once in a very great long while, I do so anyway (I guess this is that once in a great long while right here). I hope others here can understand where I am coming from, though.
On the upside, I guess you can say these feelings are not driving me to desperately seek intimate companionship at every turn or, even worse, in inappropriate situations - I know enough to know that will lead me nowhere. Heh.