Being reclusive is not an altogether bad thing. I am, and have been most of my adult life. I've been out of the closet for 3 years. I tried to find someone that would be interested in me at first. I dieted and went from 190 to 139. I got to where I could do 400 situps a day and 6 hours a day on the bike. I was starving myself trying to reach 135 pounds. I ended up eating 1 meal a day. No one even looked at me. I'm now a comfortable 160. I gave myself to the age of 40 to find my Mr. Right. Well, I turned 40 last month, but that's OK because I gave up at 39. I hid in my shell in my 20's, and in my 30's. Now here I am at 40, and I give up.
I had an epiphany. I had it a couple of weeks ago, actually. See, not everyone gets a relationship. Many do, eventually, but many more don't. Ever. If everyone got a Mr. Right, then relationships would be mundane, everydayish, commonplace. Relationships are special because not everyone gets one, you see? If a few gay men end up being 64 and alone save a dozen cats, then the rest can see that their lives, and that special man in their lives, are worth the living, and the living for.
I suppose that I'll be one of those that daydream of Brad Pitt while feeding my cats. I can live with that. As long as I don't live terribly long with it.