I hear your pain,
Emher. Me, I've lived alone now for coming up to 4 and a half years (i.e. physically alone, no flatmates etc. except the occasional member of family who stays for a few days) but which I've slowly become used to. I'm also very much single, having had crushes out there that have almost always come to nought. (There was this one time where I met someone, not the most attractive woman in the world, but one with a keen sense of direction up there in her noggin, was very pleasant company, had good interests, and as it happened was mother to a 2 year old son, on a long train journey after a gruelling night shift whom I implicitly asked out as part of my sleep deprivation problem, which ended up with us exchanging phone numbers but nothing else materialised, not least of which I found I wasn't ready to commit to a long-term relationship. In any case, I pleaded insanity on that day.

But I digress.)
My list of relationship failures is long and distinguished [
Yeah, well so is my witty riposte -
someone] and I can't poretend to ignore the fact that they've hurt me each time. Sometimes it's a crush that messes up my mind somewhat, that I end up misinterpreting subtle signals as something bigger. On a few cases it was an attempt to get off that failed spectacularly, usually with said target finding happiness in the arms of another man. (In one particularly sad case, my attempts to chat up one particularly nice woman failed three times - each time losing out to a different rival.

)
Emher, I believe you're onto something when you mentioned trust issues. I used to trust people implicitly during these aforementioned cases, but nowadays, I'm more on-edge, which only serves to make me seem more aloof and terrifying to the opposite sex...
That's not to say I haven't tried to make some adjustments. I have found my "generous" physical form, combined with a face only Rowan Atkinson's mother could love, to be a bit of a burden too, not least at university where during one year I had an unsympathetic flatmate who would try to out-psyche me at every opportunity. Now, I'm more self-aware of physical appearance, and try to resist temptation to indulge myself. I'm slowly getting over my shyness, as that episode on the train during a sleep-deprived moment proved (I tend to lose all inhibitions whenever I'm sleep-deprived for a prolonged time, just to keep me sane and awake) and have learned from that, making me a little more confident with other people now. However, I've consciously tried to avoid workplace-based romances now, as all we'd end up talking about is work, work, work, and nothing about anything else in life.
And yes there are shallow, stupid, idiots out there, on both sexes, that fuck up all this for the rest of us.
Amen, Brother. Sometimes it's not worth getting up in the morning to put up with people like those.
Back on topic, I've never taken the opportunity to try a dating site, it must be said, paid or otherwise. I'm sure there are lots of nice women out there who are after a piece of me somewhere. [
Closer than you think, my friend... but lose that bloody avatar first -
someone, probably Holdfast] I find myself torn between the traditional social outing and the seemingly artifical "shop-window" environment of the dating service, especially the Internet services available. Maybe it's the way of the future after all...