We need to shop you around to a good cross-section of smart, funny, educated women, not just three who live in your village, or the two who belong to your church. And we need to fix your desperation. Forget about pickup lines, whatever those may be, and of course any sort of forced behavior will be instantly detected and you'll sense people edging away from you. I don't know what your confidants see in you that they think needs changing, but their advice strikes me as dopey. You haven't yet met a woman who excites you and who you agonize over and ponder your next move and who you dare to take a step toward and reveal your heart to.
Nobody is incapable of romance.
When we get downwind of the right person and those old pheromones come sailing in, any one of us is capable of becoming very foolish in an instant. Dear Mr. Blue, Since the age of 17 my only goal has been to become a novelist. Complicating matters is that I have several mouths to feed. Given my new high salary, I could probably go into semiretirement in a few years. But it may be too late by then.