I've been away for a while but djgirl let me tell you a story. There once was this guy who moved to Australia. Due to his migrant backgrounds guess how his demeanor was in regards to woman and sex - traditional and prude. He aspired to white knightism. Yet guess what that landed him? No girls or girls who'd date him but where sex was never had and dates paid by said guy.
He never voiced it but deep down, he kept wondering what was wrong with him as he watched his friends enter relationships, bed endless woman or on the other side, aspire to great career and sporting dreams. This was while he, thinking how good he was, felt sorry for himself.
And then he came on this site right when circumstances began to change. You know what he realised? All his problems stemmed from; you guessed right, him. He thought he dressed in style? Photoes back showed a slightly chubby bloke, pear shaped wearing pants too tight and shirts showing off chubbiness. He thought he looked like a god. He did not. This was a guy who was getting compliments left right and centre - it happens particularly so if you're more extroverted and have a good social base (this is the epitome of female interaction - just look on social media and the comments left on girls who you'd rank below 5).
Now guess what happened. You guessed right, he changed his ways. He went on the DJ path and by all means guess the type of girls he is pulling now and what he is aspiring to. Your story is no different to any other guy here. Your gender plays no role. You want something you have to work for it. A sense of entitlement as I've learnt, is your hubris. The type of guy you want? You're going to have to bloody work your bum off to get yourself into the person who HE would want not just you, let alone catching his eye.
It's funny, this spiel is the same old speech you hear many on this forum give. The disappointing thing is not many are willing to listen and even less follow through with such enlightenment. You're 27. You're not 60. Don't make work and hours and lack of friends an excuse. I've spent the last 6 months on chemotherapy grade medication to clear my skin, I've grown my hair out, I've spent so many hours in the gym while my body would rather die and sleep from the medication. I've pushed myself to get out. I've engaged, taken up hobbies I'd never dreamed of considering and most importantly, I've learnt to carry myself how I want others to perceive me as; all on top of a job and study. It's when this happens you'll realise you post less on SS whining about needless crap and actually getting on with a fulfilling life and chasing your dreams which in your case, I'd hope, love would be found. You reap what you sow.
I bid you good luck and good night. I have to slip in some study before a gym session and late night with the lady friend.
