No!

There was a time, when I thought that there were no beautiful and interesting people around me and that was the reason for my solitude. 

There was that time, indeed, but that has gone. Now, either because of any change on my perception or awareness or because it is raining and people do improve their outfit during cold days, I can see so many interesting people around me. Yeah! I can say that people are interesting only judging from their external features. Yes, I can do that, as you can, my Dear. Basically we all do that! Some people are able to gather all the features that makes us believe that they are good for us. 

One part of the game is solved this way. But what about the other part? Who thinks I am interesting enough. Judging from the looks I receive when I am in a public space, I'd like to say that most people really notice my presence in a room, but do they like me? Some do, in the same extent we can like unknown people. We think they may be nice, nothing more than that. However, that feeling is not big enough to drive them to approach me. No. That may be enough for them to flirt with me, but not to say "Hi! I am here to make your life a living dream, to make the happiest man on earth." No, that is far away from being enough for that.

So, the second part of the game doesn't seem to be doing their role. What about me?

My Dear, don't judge me wrong. I do my role. I abandon my world so many times, I expose my self so many times, that by this time, I should have been happy and married, if the world was a place where luck was fairly distributed. 

From this, you, my angel, could suggest that I should try even more often, since the frequency of those approaches is obviously  not enough to find the one (assuming that there is anything to change on the quality of those moves.).

NO! No, no and no, my angel! How can I be even easier? No, please! No. The day I become too approachable and approaching anyone, will be the day I'll have to realize how fucking unfair this life is to me. I'll have to realize that I'm not as handsome and irresistible as I think I am, and most of all, I'll have to realize that I not meant to be who I want to be. 

So, let me be not too easy and blame myself for my own unhappiness.