Why I will probably always be single

To start with, I'm super picky. I've heard a lot of good ideas, as far as dating goes, to make sure you're not dealing with a psycho and to make sure whoever you're interested in is a decent person. Some include: ordering the most expensive thing on the menu, taking a few bites, and being done with it (the trick I understand is if he doesn't get upset, because he's paying, he's decent in the anger/controlling department). A guy I know has what I call a "two week thing." The way he explained, if I remember correctly, was something like "Date a girl for two weeks, like hang out and stuff, and if it goes good then alright." What that means, though I'm still not sure.
My thing? My checks and balances and tests and tweaks? Heh. It's just not all that complicated. In fact, I'm so picky, most goes don't get a first date, let alone actually me talking to them for two weeks. I have such a low tolerance for bullshit, it isn't even funny.
For example, there was this really hot waiter at this restaurant a few weeks ago. I took my friend to dinner. On the way in, he was nice. He said something to the effect of, "Hi. How're you ladies tonight." I assumed he was talking to us, and due to my polite nature I actually turned, so I was looking at him when I replied, "I'm alright. How about yourself?" Apparently he was doing good.
We found out halfway through dinner that he was 23. Sorry to say, but, strike one. Alright. So some 23 year old boys can be decent humans. Usually they're gay or incapacitated in some way, but I guess they can be okay human beings.
At about the end of our meal, he came up and commented on the tattoo on my back. A lot of people comment on it. So, the conversation went from compliment to movies to other weird shit. He asked me for my number. He seemed decent enough. Usually about the time a guy gets a sentence or two out, I've decided I'm done, but he got passed that. I gave him my number. He called, we went for coffee. He called again, we went for more coffee. Halfway through the second meeting, I found out he still lives with his (soon to be ex, according to him) girlfriend. And he actually said the phrase "more pushin for the cushion, if you know what I mean *winkwink*"
Even if he didn't still live with his (soon to be ex, according to him) girlfriend, I would still be so done. I don't need sexual overtones to know a guys attracted to me, especially if he went to such great lengths to get my attention and phone number.

Alright. So maybe I won't always be single. I mean, there aren't a whole lot of women on this planet that are quite like me. Maybe if there's some guy out there that knows how to act and speak, is halfway decent in bed, and who'll leave me alone when I want him to, then maybe I'll date him. Until then, fuck dating. I'm going back to sleeping around.