I do open my heart out to women and I do listen to them unlike some assholes who don't.
My problem is that I open my heart too much and scare them away. I'm too sincere and too intense in my sincerity. I definitely listen to them, but unfortunately I am usually the guy who the girl bitches to about what an asshole her boyfriend/love interest/crush is. Every single girl to whom I've been deeply attracted (physical attraction to these girls always occurred on first sight, but psychological attraction took at least a little time to develop) was someone I became close with through talking over the issues in our lives. They get so used to crying on my shoulder that it weirds them out when I reveal the huge emotional insecurity that I normally try so carefully to hide. In dropping my veneer of individualistic, iconoclastic confidence and reaching out explicitly for true understanding and love (in a very generalized sense that subsumes both friendship and romance), I desperately seek some signal of empathy on their part. After all, I want to know that they care. This is the stage of the relationship where the trust is eroded, because I develop an unhealthy infatuation. This is obviously too much for them, they run away, and I've lost another close friend, another kindred spirit whose presence I miss greatly. Because I am not only losing a romantic opportunity, but also (usually) an extremely valuable friendship, its like a double whammy that further depresses my confidence. If I only had more confidence, I wouldn't have to become friends with a girl before I felt comfortable steering the relationship in a romantic direction. If only I had more confidence, I could look any girl to whom I am attracted in the eye every time we talk. But I am afraid to look directly at their beauty and intelligence for fear of being overwhelmed, for fear of the intimacy of looking through the eyes into the soul (I generally have a problem making eye contact with people to whom I am speaking). I look into their eyes and see myself reflected, but not as they see me. Rather, I see myself with all my flaws, and I want them to make that fucking reflection go away! It's a trap! They can't make it go away because that is not the person that they see! The more I appeal for their emotional support, the more the reflection becomes reality in their eyes and the more they are repulsed by the sycophant I have become. I am making a self-fulfilling prophecy of my own rejection! Why all this self-loathing, this self-defeat? I don't have to be perfect, especially in comparison to all the assholes out there. But I want to be perfectly honest, because it fits my foolish Romantic conception of Love (in the general sense of a deep emotional bond between two people). Now that I look at it, I guess I am being the other type of asshole, the creep hidden in the nice, shy guy, the parasite who expects the right girl to magically make right all of his social and sexual shortcomings. This is even worse than the asshole who treats girls like shit, because in that case the woman is often a slave to her own infatuation, and when she snaps out of it she dumps the guy. However, in the scenario that I keep falling into, I try to make the woman a slave to my infatuation, and she rightly rejects the inconsiderate bullshit I am pulling on her. Paradoxically, as I get closer to a romantic interest, I increasingly put her on a pedestal precisely because of my greater appreciation of her personality. However, a woman on a pedestal is not flesh to be touched, it is a statue, eternal beauty, to be worshipped. Thus, the idealized image does not really represent the woman that it claims to. By displacing my desire onto this false image, I can justify my leechlike behavior toward the real woman. Then she is left wondering how I transformed from a trusted friend and potential love interest into a sketchy creep. I don't want to get infatuated with women, especially my friends, but it just happens. I need a woman's love so badly, but I lose sight of my destination in the tumult of conflicting passions and self-doubt that arises as I near it. When its within my grasp, when the girl is sufficiently comfortable both physically and mentally, I begin to doubt that shit is really going so well and pass up chances to initiate romance. This period of hesitation is where the infatuation arises. Then, having finally accepted the fact that I am an object of her desire, I thus conclude that she must be a goddess to forgive and moreover desire my imperfection. This is where I shift from playing it cool and independent to coming on WAAAAAY too strong because I have become emotionally dependent on the image I have constructed. I can not be both the subject and the object of HER desire.
I think an asshole is a person who tries to create an unhealthy emotional dependence in a romantic relationship. I am the ultimate asshole: I cling to the real woman like sticky shit because I have become obsessed with her unblemished statue.
WOW. That was cathartic.