Being Undateable: A sentence or a release?

I get a number of predictable responses to the statement that I regard myself as undateable.  True, I used to state this in a passive aggressive kind of way to elicit sympathy, to garner assurances from others that I was all right really.  Part of a psyche that does not trust itself.  My judgment has been found to be flawed so many times that I find it difficult to shake off the notion that I don’t know best.  But now I have started to be irritated by responses, exhortations and demands that I am not undateable.  There is someone out there, perfect for me, just around the corner, if I stopped looking.  But I have stopped looking.  I still look at men because I like looking at attractive men, but I do not want to do internet dating, I don’t see potential partners in the places I go, I don’t want to be ‘picked up in a bar’