I'm English, I don't "date".
I'll enjoy my life of blissful loneliness until I have some kind of crisis brought on by judgemental peers, gushing hormones and fixed societal expectations, and I'll subsoquently marry the first girl that then notices me. We'll have kids, play boggle with the neighbours on Thursday nights. I'll be given friends I don't want in the partners of her friends, they'll throw us together...expecting us to get along because we both kinda like football, grown men on a play date.
I'll grin and bear it, until one day I realise I'm too old to change my life now, and I'll stop resenting her, I'll stop spending my evenings alone in the shed with only the shotgun and the red light bulb to keep me company. I'll even start wearing the cardigans she buys me, and smile and pretend I like them...and in time...I will.
That's how it's done.