Thanks for all of your kind words. It was a mark of perhaps a slight maount of drunkenness that I actually admitted to those thoughts, although I am glad that I did. I'd just got back from a party where I met my cousin's girlfriend: the girl's lovely, and reminds me very much of someone I really should've asked out when I found out that she liked me (I asked out her best mate instead, and didn't have a great time of it at all). I wasn't jealous of what he's got, as he's my cousin, and I'm glad that he's happy, but it got me thinking about what could've been.
As you all say, I am still young. Unfortunately, however, I am a postgrad and options are limited. I am at least 3 years older than most undergrads, and the difference between 3rd year and 3rd year plus 3 is massive. So, I am left with the PG population to pray upon: being a theology student, I'm not exactly surrounded by nubile young things, if you get me. Anyway, i am starting at a writer's workshop next week, where hopefully I may meet someone of my own age with similar interests to mine. i'm not exactly a pub or club goer, due to my social problems, so i just hang around with people that I know for the most part, which makes it troublesome to meet new people (and it's not really socially acceptable to work your way through your friends).
I know that I've made mistakes with my love life, and that's something that we all have to deal with, but it does sort of scare me that it's been 6 years since I had a serious relationship, and have met noone who I have been confident enough to get into a relationship with. It takes me a while for people to get used to my ways, and when people do, they generally accept me for what I am: a very well-meaning chap, who whilst not being particularly 'edgy' is honest, with a strong intellect. I know that I don't sound particularly modest in my description of myself, and that I can be quite egotistical at times, but that's just part of me and I play it up to get a reaction half the time.
Anyway, I am sure that i'll meet someone, and I am going to get onto one of my friends to set me up with someone asap. The blind date thing is always good for a bit of a laugh, and whilst some people inevitably think of me as a bit barmy, most people just enjoy my company. My friend was recently telling me of how useful my condition is, saying things like:
'Wow, you see the world in a completely different way from me? That's mad, but fairly exciting.'
Which I suppose it is: I think that she had perhaps romanticised just how crippling it can be sometimes, but I have it, and can't get away from it. So, I just use it to my own advantage, and have developed mechanisms for coping with it (such as a tendency to blurt out lines in the hope that people find them funny, which invariably they do, as they're totally odd. The do bees fear death question was actually something I said the other day).
It's not all bad, I am sure I'll find someone, but trying to find a hot, young, cycling, climbing, writer is a hard task at the best of times.