Nothing. Truly.
I don't have any money, and I have some, though minimal experience with dating.
Basically, I gave up when I turned 30.
My longest relationship was from 16-24.
The 6 years in the between I only really had 1 serious relationship, but it was so dysfunctional from the beginning that I never totally let my guard down, so even though that was 2 or 3 years, I mean: That was just 2 or 3 years of fun and me getting used and just not caring at the time.
My argument I guess sounds more like Dennis The Constitutional Peasant from the Holy Grail:
If I waited around for love, nothing would ever get done in my life.
My mind is in other places, mostly.
Darker places, but other places nevertheless.
I'm a dying breed of a man. There are very few who've given half their lives to walk this path of thorns that I walk. Most, have turned hide and ran, tried to get back to where they were before, only to end up just as lost only in another place. Some, the majority that are left, have tried turning it into a career, which only results in the contradictions of themselves being exposed through their own egoic veil.
Nope, I'm alone in the rowboat, adrift atop the endless sea, shrouded in fog beneath the cloak of the night.
And truly, I would have it no other way. I find a certain beauty in it, even if that beauty is mine alone to behold.
A decade ago, I likened myself to Charon, only unlike Charon tis not Styx I patrol.
What can one call the cosmic seas, so bleak and colorless, and yet in contrast so wondrously kaleidoscopic all in the same?
I'm wildly creative but to no productive avail of monetary value.
Nothingness, truly isn't as bad as many would make it seem.
Not once you familiarize yourself with it, at least.