Oh God! this thread strikes a nerve. I went to a suburban high school, where a guy absolutely had to have a car before he could even think about having a date, let alone a girlfriend. I didn't have a car. That, compounded with my bad looks and poor social skills, kept me dateless. Toward end of my senior year, I guess I became more NT-like, because people started to respect me more, and bullying subsided to a minimum. By that point, I felt confident enough to ask girls on dates. One girl seemed to show interest in me, so I asked her. When I told her that I'd come by her house in a taxi, she asked why. So I told her I didn't have a car. (Honestly, I had no problem with going on a date in a city bus, but I knew she's laugh at me if I mentioned it.) At that point, she did a complete 180, and started to hem and haw. Finally, she said she was busy, including during the time I made a counteroffer. She still talked to me in school, but my chances with her were obliterated.
So fast-forward to freshman year in college. I was going to college in the city, where a car wasn't a prerequisite to a relationship. One girl in my class seemed to show interest in me. I wasn't remotely attracted to her, but being young and desperate, I asked her on a date. This time, I specifically told her I didn't have a car, and she actually said "we'll go in a bus, then". A few days later, I went on a date with her. The date went fairly well, although I was really nervous. On a second date to a more romantic place, I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head. I then realized that she didn't like me. That shocked me a lot. After all, she said the car wasn't an issue, and I did everything right (at least I thought I did). Since she was in my class, I didn't have much of a choice but to at least say hi to her.