I started reading this thread this afternoon, started getting the feels but had to go to work and now I'm back and I kinda forgot what I wanted to say, so excuse the derping.
Anyway, being in the "Over 30 and Romantically/Sexually Challanged" club, I wonder what I'm looking for myself.
I can only give a rough outline of the kinds of women I would be attracted to, based on whatever small past experiences I've had. But so far, all I know is that if you're the kind of woman that has the kind of humor and wit that most people mistake you for being "a bitch", yet you care deeply for those whom are close to you, you love pets, is kind of eccentric, creative, have your own sense of style, intelligent and likes to talk about such things, nerdy, etc. Then I have a ring in my pocket, standing by. But again, this is probably just a rough outline.
Like Silentprincess, I wonder just how fucked up I must be and how that can drive potential partners away.
I've heard said many times that for the most part, women won't point and laugh at you or even give a shit if you're over 30 and never had sex before. But it's always along the lines of "well maybe he had a strong religious upbringing or he's demisexual and just didn't want to give it up so easily". However, if it's because you've had personal issues, used to be a wizard/incel/loveshy, had anxiety issues preventing you from learning how to be social, etc. Welp, it seems like you're fucked. So if it got to the point where the fucked up person decided that enough was enough, somehow got his head out of his ass and started working on reaching some point of semblance to being a functional adult, what would be the point if it seems like your past is one giant red flag? That's how I feel.
The thing is that, for one part I know that in my current state, I can't hope to maintain any kind of relationship because my insecurities and anxieties will fuck it all up. Yet, I'm still wary of going to a shrink. I guess a part of me feels like I deserve to suffer, that getting help would be the final admission that I am a failure, I'll lose the only thing about myself that I'm proud of (which is my talent for writing), I won't be able to decide to die like Hunter S. Thompson when things get bad,etc. I sometimes even wonder if I have a right to feel like I do, seeing as how there are people who have legitimate reasons for feeling like they do, whereas the only reason I feel bad is because I let my fears get the best of me and I was the unpopular kid at school.
Yeah, sorry about that.