I have a... um... "confused" sense of self esteem for lack of a better term. I work reasonably hard to make myself the best I can be. I'm a designer by trade and by nature I pay attention to the details... so when I get up in the morning, put the energy into getting ready: I look in the mirror and see someone I genuinely think is a pretty good looking and cool guy, but in the back of my brain, the logic department doing the math on all the opportunities that aren't there... weeks, months, years without matches... it says, "Field reports say you're still a hideous pile of s**t." I've got some pretty thick skin, but Maslow would agree that you can't spend years on end with no positive reinforcement and not start to break down. I get really depressed about it if I really think about it... like bad depressed...