Almost never, and it certainly has to do with my position. I can't blame holes and their shallowness entirely, because the male "friends" I've had throughout life have been just as instrumental in crippling me.
Where you'd see them try to hook each other up, coaching and guiding the romantically retarded into liaisons with holes, I never got this treatment. Moreover, they threw me in the ditch as it became evident that my oddness would be a liability in their own pursuits (my descent from high tier normie kid to walking ghost pariah coincided perfectly with puberty). I had a truly insular, self-contained way of approaching things from humor to hobbies and was constitutionally incapable of making inroads with foids (because they're fucking stupid! I knew it back then but was half-deceived into penitence for a while - "it's YOUR fault".) Physically, growing to 6'3" with wide shoulders and a thin waist was offset by a face ravaged by acne. I got trapped on an ineluctable spiral to the depths; shut up in my head, I effectively forgot how to speak and read malevolence into the smallest interactions.
It's been seven years since I've told a joke or went beyond the perfunctory. Naturally, this wouldn't be a problem if I had remarkably magnetic looks; I clearly don't. Whatever I have and whatever I can do is useless, not good enough for any of these cocksucking solipsists. "Um I get that you're marooned from life in the outside world entirely and are trying to find your way back with a torn and smudged map written in another language, but have you tried thinking about me?"
