Dating is the most illogical thing in the world. It’s even more illogical than a Google interview but it shares the same lines of thinking. The thing about dating is that it’s really a game of chance where you’re attempting to assess the other person and get a better feeling for what they’re about and vice-verse.
Sounds easy enough.
Nope.
Despite humans being around for a reasonable amount of time, the amount of studies, movies, books, poetry and experience, dating is probably the most complicated thing in that it’s predicated upon illogical logics. What you’re doing in trying to find out if you match is really just probing the edges rather than being forward and stating outward your qualities on each side then saying at the end, “Hey, lets hang out!” This methodology has created expectations on what dating is all about because there’s these hidden rules that come into play.
Now, what compounds the issue is that every person is, indeed, unique. As a result, the expectations per person differs tremendously. If that’s the case, how can you simplify this process? You probably can’t. You’re forever trapped inside a hopeless loop engendered by society to this process.
The thing is that all a person really wants is just a chance. Doesn’t have to be sexual on the first day. Just get to know each other and spend more time with each other so you can advance a relationship. But that again is part of the dating process that I hate. There is no “give a person a chance.” Typically, it’s a pretty binary decision dictated upon a few terrible factors, namely appearance, money and social standing.
So what happens if you’re an ugly fuck?
Well, you’re just screwed.
Unless you can improve the other two areas. But when does personality and the soul-aspect come into play? Honestly, it’s a rare occurrence, imo. I believe at the core dating (actually finding someone that interests you) is all about improving the gene pool for each side, which is why personality is the last priority involved. Personality/interests only come into play to make each other comfortable. However, if you’re rich, the bitch won’t mind taking it in any orifice because the material comforts far outweigh the 15 minutes she has to deal with you.