I was thinking, maybe it's my fault.  Maybe the thirty years of being told no was just a one time, chance thing.  Like move on, ask women out for at least thirty one years straight before you make rash judgements like none of them can fucking feel sex or everyone else is clearly retarded.  Maybe just ask that pizza slut out next time.  Yeah you're making shitty pizza with poison cancer water but have you thought about being in love?  You mean you have?  Well can we go out?  No?