I left the UK last year - moved as far as you can to rejoin my family - and found more of the same.
I've got friends over here.... some..... via my music interests but even then, there's only one or two that I can talk to properly. It's the one's who are as scatty as I am - and need to talk about their crazy b/f's.... - the others are somewhat 'stand-offish' because they think that someone who looks like Godzilla is going to attractive to their man..... - all I can say to that is 'Dream on!'.
So - a guy I know asked me to pop round for dinner one evening... and it was quite nice; we chatted and played music all evening - and then when I was leaving - he grabbed me for a kiss..... and I almost threw up! It wasn't even a proper first date and the guy was trying to excavate my tonsils......
I made my excuses and ran for the hills at speed. It was actualy quite an interestingexperience that I don't want to repeat it any time soon. I felt invaded.... and assaulted. Now - this guy might actualy fancy me.... but I'd guess he's got selective blindness.... at 50 kilo's over, I'm absolutely nothing to look at... but when you combine how he went for gold on the first meeting - and kept offering me weed......(which appears to be the norm with him)...... I'm thinking that whatever he's after, he ain't getting!
Sadly - I've always hoped for a guy to take an interest.... but a 'stoner' who effectively assaults me right at the start of a relationship...... well - combined with the fact that he's got no idea what I'm talking about when I step outside his spere of conversation....... I guess I'm staying where I am and I'm going to feel proud that I'm doing it by my standards. Just like the woman in the song by Maddy Prior - 'Old Maid In the Garrett'.
Bottom line - not that desperate yet........ and there's always liposuction and a face-lift?