This made me a laugh (not at him, just in a general sort of way).
I'm 28 and, my God, I don't think I could get a date if my life depended on it. I admit it's my own fault--I got teased a lot as an adolescent and have zero self-confidence with men, so I tend to go right into platonic "buddies" mode before they have a chance to get any vaguely romantic ideas. I have guy friends who are great people and who think I'm great, but that's it.
I was talking to a friend on the phone a few weeks ago and we realized we'd both finally gotten over the body-image thing (at least for now). Neither of us is pretty but we're not monsters, and she is tall, athletic, and has a million-dollar personality--any man that doesn't think she's awesome clearly has no taste. Who wants a guy with no taste?
We're just mad that the fashion industry doesn't think we're as perfect as we think we are. I have a 27-inch waist, 41-inch hips, and big thighs, so there are virtually no pants in the world that fit me. No flattering pants, at least. I make myself skirts--I have the cutest skirts and the fashion Nazis don't get my money. I do need to be in better shape but it's simply because I need to take better care of myself, not because I'm overweight or want to be rail-thin (I am not overweight, and besides, I could starve myself to death and I would still be pear-shaped. It's just my body type).
So, in a nutshell--dude, it's probably something else. I know it's my demeanor. I expect men to pass me over because I learned when I was 12 that it hurts a lot less to be ignored than it does to be tormented, and if they do pay me positive attention, I shut them out. My own fault. It doesn't make me happy but it has nothing to do with my body. I'm not stunning but I'm not really any worse off than any other girl, and I've seen plenty of other people who are "less attractive" (by conventional standards) than I am who are very happily un-single.