I dated for the first time at nineteen, not too far behind the average. However, I never really had much of a dating life thereafter. At 52, I feel as though I'm destined never to bloom in that area. I am the kind of person that people look to for factual knowledge, but nobody has ever expressed any sort of romantic interest in me. I am making a lot of positive strides in my life, getting out in the world socially and, one day, just maybe things will change. I feel that, the more I focus on that, the more disappointed I'll feel. I will continue to live my life and improve myself and maybe someone will see the real me who is slowly emerging.