Seeing that Thom Yorke has gotten hitched has made me realise who would even give him a second look if he wasn't a millionaire rock star.
Also - Seeing how much people avoid me IRL - I kinda hope I get super successful - primarily just to see how many of those fair-weather friends suddenly get
super - chummy and wanna hang out. Cause i'd be going " You did not give two fux about me when I was nobody " .
Would be interesting for sure
I used to think like this when I was younger. You're a bit older, though, than I was when I sort of came to the realization that in fact there IS someone for everyone, except Jeff the Vomit Guy (Howard Stern guest; the guy just wanted someone to vomit on him, in a sexual context, and no matter how hard Howard tried, no one was really willing to do it for the right reasons). I don't mean this in a dippy, romantic "soul mate" kind of way. I mean it in the sense of no matter what you are, or are not, bringing to the table, there is someone for whom that will work. The trick is, of course, to find it, and that's where the problem comes in.
I know some pretty.... deplorable people and yet, they find companionship. Whether it's just crude - I can remember walking to a campus function with a guy in my dorm; there were four of us and we were following these girls. One of the guys said "Stadler (except I wasn't Stadler then), I'm going to bang that blonde in front of us tonight, you watch." She heard, one of her friends said something crude, but... you know where this is going. Sure enough, she was spotted doing the walk of shame the next morning from his room. My ex, not a nice person, my wife's ex, not a nice person (he's actually worse than that; he's an abusive tool): both remarried to people that absolutely adore them. My step-daughter's ex-husband? I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire; odious, emotionally troubled little boy, not even that good looking (he looks like a cross between Justin Beiber and Ed Sheeran without the tats or the talent) and yet... the four or five times he's cheated on her would seem to indicate he doesn't have any trouble finding willing partners. And again, these are not super models; my ex was a looker ten years ago, but the rest? Nah. The difference? They are all bold people who are seemingly indifferent to their odiousness.
I don't feel like I'm lecturing you when I say that that person is not likely going to just waltz into your living room and say "Kotow, I'm here, baby. Let's life." At least here in the States, on-line dating can cut some of that distance. You also play music, am I right in my rememberance? In my experience, that is a phenomenal ice-breaker.