The peach at the bottom of the basket. She’s reached the age where “being” isn’t enough and “doing” doesn’t occur to her.

Women are sex objects. Men are success objects.

What this woman doing is looking at men in her age-bracket. In her head, this works but the reality is that while they are still successful (if not moreso than they were 15 years ago while she was in her sexual prime), her value is now gone.

She erroneously thinks that her age is irrelevant so long as she is dating age-equivalent men. She is commiting the mistake that all former carousel riders make - she is failing to ask "what do the men want?"

If she stopped to ask that, after the shock wears off, she might be able to form an actionable plan to attract and keep a man. Her problem is that she has spent her entire life not needing to know or care what men thought because her existing was enough to get the attention she wanted. Now that she has to become a human doing (instead of a human being) she is lost without any clue on how to proceed.

"naturally curly hair" Ah, that takes me back to that narcissistic minor character girl in Peanuts.

"just in need of some sort of ego boost" - yes, that's what every man dreams of - feeding your bottomless ego. Working on sucking a golf ball through a garden hose and maybe you'll get a little quid pro quo.

"repeatedly rejected as I am" - are you actually bucking the trend and making the first real move? ... Doubt it. I'm sure you can easily find a fling with men actually at or a bit above your true level - but those aren't men or even human are they?

Those way out of your league don't feel the need to spoon feed you bullshit anymore, they have progressed and you have regressed. You're no longer a major league regular or even a utility player filling out the roster, you're in the minors and even the days of a rare call up are gone. As time goes by you'll be sent down a couple leagues. You'll have to decide if you can put in the work and lose the attitude because you're now playing in the low minors with the other misfits and castoffs. Adjust to the realities of you being at that level now and work at playing at that level, or retiring from the game and calling it quits. No private jets and going coach doesn't mean by plane anymore, it's bus level and you're lucky to be there.

I'm rational and objective enough to know I'm plenty good looking.

No you aren't. Just like what you deserve and the quality of your character, whether and how attractive you are isn't something you decide. That's for others to evaluate. You want to believe you're attractive to spare your ego. Everyone does. That's why most people subjectively rate their own attractiveness at about a 7 - high enough to be desirable but not so high as to seem conceited. That's also why Kevin Samuels explicitly barred his callers from using 7 when evaluating their own appearance.

other women my age [...] are not as repeatedly rejected as I am

The psychologist in me wants to cry selection bias - it may well be these other women to whom you're comparing yourself aren't doing any better than you are, they just put up a better facade.

The statistician in me is content to simply point to the common element.

SO i listened to what she is not saying: despite listing so many features, she nowhere says what her BMI is, neither that she is slim or was.

She is good looking but few sentences later 'I dont think I'm hideous looking'.

She definitely would brag about 60kg and 173cm, narrow waist, working out in gym, unless she doesn't.

Apex males in her age bracket can afford to date women that don't require them to be a therapist/handyman to a perimenopausal crone. Are there men near her age that might put up with her baggage? Sure, but she'd have to see them as human beings much less sexual beings.

Turns out successful men have better things to do with their lives than saddle themselves with the demands of narcissist cunts.

Here’s your problem: as indicated by the fact that you’re 43 and single, you’ve had no historical capacity to keep a man. Now, you’re just older and less attractive, so you’re also losing the capacity to get a man to begin with.

It’s game over, basically. Especially given what we can see of your emotional maturity (or lack thereof), which strikes me as a woman who isn’t exactly crushing it career wise, either. So good luck finding a man that dreams of spending his nights in a crappy 1 bedroom apartment that smells like cat piss.

When I look around, other women my age might not be finding true love easily, but they are not as repeatedly rejected as I am

If she's doing NOTICEABLY worse than a demographic that already gets very little dating success, it's time to throw in the towel and get a few cats. Not even a 70-year old man would be interested by the sounds of it.

She’s too ugly. Can move to a country like Cameroon for better luck maybe, they want the passport and pale skin assuming she has it.

I AM TRULY DISGRUNTLED

Huh weird, I don't think you were disgruntled at the time of all those years you had your legs up in the air for Chads.

It just feels unfair and sad

Unfair and sad?

You mean unfair and sad like all of the times good men consoled you while you talked about "assholes and jerks," only for you to reject them when they tried to date you and an unhelpful consolatory "you're sweet, just be yourself" when they asked for honest feedback of what they did wrong?

Unfair and sad like how when you were younger and all the good men you had to choose from went home night after night to just their dick in theirs hands while you were getting railed with no effort?

Unfair and sad like how the few boyfriends you probably did have that treated you right just ran out of tingles steam on the tingles train and instead of "getting that spark back" decided to dump them in all likelihood? Maybe even thought you could do better?

Unfair and sad that most of the men you dated probably had to wait till their 30s to hit their stride after a lonely and sobering time as a young man seeing all these couples together while they had to wait even longer, all while you had your pick during your silver-plattered 20s?

Yeah, you're right, it's just seems so unfair and sad for you.