Storytime:
There's a guy in my circle that everybody calls 'Bear', because that's his favourite animal. Bear isn't an overtly hateful guy and isn't completely socially retarded. He's had girlfriends, was once engaged, has a job, and doesn't live with his mother (anymore). He's also a Nice Guy. He brags about being a 'gentleman' and 'too nice', but he won't interact with women except when he's trying to get them to fuck him. He doesn't get violent or aggressive when turned down, which he almost always is. He just sighs and laments being 'too nice' and goes after the next girl.
He would have much better luck were it not for his ludicrously high standards. He will only go for literal model-quality girls. He has a weight limit for potential dates (I'm a US10 size and he told me I was 'too fat' for his tastes, even though I wasn't even interested in him and had a boyfriend anyway) and will tell them frankly and unapologetically that he won't go out with them because they're 'too big'. Even when they're clearly very interested in him. I remember this girl once being all over Bear and couldn't have been more obvious if she'd put her hands in his pants and said 'Do me right here!' She was cute, but she was very slightly chubby and also had a hearing aid. Bear turned her down because she was 'over the size limit' (his words exactly) and also partially disabled. Bear is, not incidentally, at least 300 pounds, and an unkempt mess with a bit of a neckbeard.
He wonders why he can't get laid. Everyone else wonders why he wonders why he can't get laid.
