When scoundrels, scumbags, and even flagrant sexists are deemed more attractive and desirable than me, I can conclude one of two things: either I really am just that unappealing by comparison, or the dating scene — and by extension society — is truly backwards.
Granted, I’m no cynic, and I generally think well of human nature, but that doesn’t mean I can’t entertain either (or both) theories. I’m tempted to say it’s evolutionary: the stronger, aggressive, and better-looking of our species are the most sought after. But I doubt such an explanation is scientific.
Besides, I mustn’t rule out my own failings either. Who am I to question the standards of so many women, many of whom dared to give me the chance?
Regardless, whether it’s me, society, or both, I’m ultimately disinterested in being with anyone. I would much rather live in solitude than conform to a system that is clearly unfavorable to me. There is something liberating about that.