I am a 30 year old gay man living in a city of 2 million. By now, to some degree at least, I personally know every single gay man that passes my requirements regarding socioeconomic status, personality and physical attractivity. It didn‘t work out because they didn‘t want me, I didn‘t want them or chatting with them was so uninspiring, we didn‘t even meet. But to answer your question more concretely, generally it didn‘t work out because my lack of physical attraction or the lack of the spark, the click, the compatibility in conversation.
I have literally played through the video games called Tinder and Grindr. I was on OkCupid and I had phases where I went out a lot.
The only chances I have are men leaving long term relationships or men that move here. Though dating anyone whose native language isn‘t German is frustrating to me, because others fluency and eloquence in English is usually even more limited than mine.
Desiring someone with abs and a penis that doesn‘t turn me off in the upper 20% income bracket, who is much more bottom than top, doesn‘t need my help to get stuff from shelves and has a sharp mind leaves me very little choice to begin with.
The one and only realistic thing to increase my chances would be to move to Switzerland or Germany, where I would get a whole new dating pool.
My difficult standards are out of my control and I really tried! My second partner was a great man, totally "marriage material", but his reluctance to turn his pear shaped dough body into a more chiseled form while at the same time enjoying my pornstar body ultimately made me resent him to the point where I ended things. I am either physically turned on by someone or not and loving them or not has absolutely nothing to do with it.
Imagine you yourself no longer meet these standards. What happens if you’re in a car crash and you’re seriously injured for years and lose your socioeconomic status and your chiselled abs? Do you think your husband should leave you because you no longer live up to his achievement standards?
I can’t help but read this and think that the real reason you’re single is because you dislike yourself and you’re basing your entire life around achievement in an effort to make you like yourself. Perhaps when others fail to meet those standards and are happy regardless it makes you feel resentful. And perhaps your self hatred is the driving force in your life and you’re scared of what it means if you step off the gas.
Statistically, you’re most likely going to be dead within the next 60 years. When you’re on your death bed, do you want to look back on how chiselled your abs were when you were 30 and how big your bank account was or do you want to remember the times you spent laughing and having fun with someone?
Relax, morality does not need to enter the equation here and I am not judging you.
But you are definitely very demanding, and even if you are in the top 1%, at that point it just becomes hard to meet a suitable partner if you restrict yourself to the top 1%, which is why you notice a lot of celebrities dating and marrying partners who are technically way below them in terms of looks and status.
I have literally played through the video games called Tinder and Grindr. I was on OkCupid and I had phases where I went out a lot.
The only chances I have are men leaving long term relationships or men that move here. Though dating anyone whose native language isn‘t German is frustrating to me, because others fluency and eloquence in English is usually even more limited than mine.
Desiring someone with abs and a penis that doesn‘t turn me off in the upper 20% income bracket, who is much more bottom than top, doesn‘t need my help to get stuff from shelves and has a sharp mind leaves me very little choice to begin with.
The one and only realistic thing to increase my chances would be to move to Switzerland or Germany, where I would get a whole new dating pool.
My difficult standards are out of my control and I really tried! My second partner was a great man, totally "marriage material", but his reluctance to turn his pear shaped dough body into a more chiseled form while at the same time enjoying my pornstar body ultimately made me resent him to the point where I ended things. I am either physically turned on by someone or not and loving them or not has absolutely nothing to do with it.