Oh, how much longer can I live in this state?
At the gym, when I was all finished up, nice and stretched, then in the sauna and then showered and dried, as I was on my way out, lo and behold, a comely young maiden, with such a pretty, soft face, sat on one of the sofas in the restaurant, so lithe and beautiful, in her gym clothes, with a fine bosom and a nice slim shape, and I stared at her: and for a split second, as I was walking past her on my way out, she looked up at me with an innocent little stare as if to say to me: 'Well, you scoundrel? What does it avail you to stare at me so?' And then she went back to her breakfast.

And then outside, lo, a young blonde, very handsome to the eye, and she went like this

when she saw me.
These delicate young maidens ... I just want to strip them naked and lick them from head to toe ... but they look at me with such expressions on their face that it breaks my heart.
So many women tempt me, because I am handsome, and try to seduce me: but my words come out flat, and it is worse than if they had simply ignored me, because here was the chance to have sex with a hot girl, and I blew it for my want of social skills.
This above all else makes me want to kill myself.
I hate living like this, at 27, unable to move on from the same problems I had as a teenage boy.
I'm not ugly or fat and yet I can't get into bed with a girl, at least, not since a couple of years ago when I met that Jewess, but she was a bit easy anyway.