I forgot to mention that of the 3, only one was physically attractive to me. One was slobbish and overweight, always unkempt and he smelled bad. He belched a lot too. So, you can imagine why I was beating myself up over this one, "what the hell is WRONG with you?!?" sort of self beratement.

The other one was skinny in a misshapen skeletal sort of way, hard to describe. Not like emaciated, just like his frame was weirdly proportioned that made him look unattractively skinnier than he really was. He was really self conscious about his nose, which was odd given that he looked like he had too much skeleton for his musculature and height. His nose was fine. He was sweet and had a nice smile. He could be funny. He was just perpetually overwhelmed by life. He needed professional therapy but he wanted solace in a woman to fix that anxiety problem. Love and sex can't fix that though. A love interest can support you while you're working on it, but that's an industrial grade problem. It's not like trimming a hedge or an easy pruning job. The average layperson doesn't have the skillset to fix that for you. It's unfair to make that a requirement or a condition of affection.

So, it's not about physical attraction at all. Even the guy who was atteactive wasn't what you'd call drop dead gorgeous or super hot or whatever, just reasonably attractive.

This is where you're out and about doing your thing, minding your business, and all of a sudden out of nowhere someone has wafted their pheremones in your direction and it hits you like a ton of bricks. It's like being dosed with some kind of invisible chemical cloud. All your senses heighten, everything gets brighter, all your nerve endings in your hands start firing, you get suoer clumsy and your brain stalls out. You can't breathe right.

It's extremely weird and uncomfortable.