I’m 55, 56 in 5 weeks. I’ve gone a lot of places alone, I used to prefer the unfetteredness, and other times it was that or not go alone. I prided myself on not needing to ask a woman to “go to the bathroom with me”. I’ve travelled Europe, Hawaii, Mexico and many place in the US alone. I go camping alone. To the movies, dances, restaurants, festivals by myself. When I was in S. Dakota a German woman travelling by myself said I was the only person in several weeks in the United States that she had seen by herself. I still go places alone. I’m sick of it. It is hard to shake the feeling that I’m a total loser. Sometimes I think I’d rather be with anyone rather than be by myself. And then I’m on a date with someone with whom I’ve no connection and think, no, rather be alone. I’ve certainly fallen in love by they’re rejected me. Yikes. Is this my destiny.