Unexpected Response

So for the last three weeks or so I've allowed myself to play host to the delusion that I could woo a woman far out of my league. While the initial interaction proved somewhat fruitful, at least insofar as it seemed to convey a mutual attraction, it has now come to light that, like so many other wonderous chapters of my life, I'm a day late and a dollar short.
She was nice enough to let me down easy, and in all honesty seemed somewhat dejected that I chose not to pursue even conversation with her, after the admission. As a few unlucky readers have experienced, platonic relations with me are strained when the female is in a relationship. For some reason I'm unable to extricate myself from any measure of analysis regarding actions, words, and decisions, which causes me to form a deeper bond and inevitably cause friction. While this may seem like serendipity in that it allows me to satisfy my initial agenda, following my debacle with Nicole and the recent fiascos with not just one, but a total of three women whom I'd had any kind of connection with, beyond simple once a week communication, I'm forced to reason that I actually did the woman a favor.
The true irony though, is that I've realized, perhaps for the first time in true appreciation, just how complex an individual I really am. I embody a dangerous dichotomy of being not only able to understand the most minute and seemingly insignificant clues to someone's true feelings, but I function as an emotional extremist, feeling the true uncontained forces of primal emotional energy in their rawest form, regardless of connotation. Given my abilities it fits to reason that any contact with me is simply an invitation for undue complexity and stress. My seemingly inescapable, albeit innate, penchant for in depth analysis of human social behaviors and interactions has caused me to become a bigger burden than a boon when my observations are not altogether actively pursued or sought out by the receiving party. I'm capable of providing remarkable insight on complex situations in a way that leaves people, even twice my age, questioning their own powers of reasoning and yet marvelling at my deductive prowess. However, as I said, it is a double edged sword. My talent is put to extraordinary use when employed for the purpose of providing perspective to those in need, but it quickly becomes a curse when used to point out something I perceive to be obvious but ultimately is a fulcrum upon which a dynamic turns.
So while my initial reaction to her admission of no longer being available was no where close to being crestfallen, it does raise the very interesting question of just where exactly I fit into the lives of those women whose romantic liasons disallow for interpersonal dynamics such as those propogated by my association? While I will concede that I am perhaps dramatizing the effect of my involvment, I do feel it pertinent to point out that it is more the reaction to my insight, rather than the analysis itself that causes the issue. To put it another way, my insight usually catalyzes long needed but identified change which is turn elicits a question of impetus from the uninformed party. The explanation that follows is somewhat demoralizing because while my contact with the effected might be brief, my observations are poingnant and once listed, they are all but dumbfounded by how innately obvious everything truly was.
More and more I find myself becoming a remarkable and noteworthy anamoly among my peers. I purposely engendered a life of stability and reliability as a means of winning Nicole away from her husband, I actively seek to keep busy and perpetually occupied (lest my demons find a way to permeate the forefront of my thoughts) instead of whiling away countless hours in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures, I shy away from superficial relations in all forms, and have made an active and vocal commitment to decry excesses and extraneous trappings as unneeded. Yet still I spread the seeds of my complex nature like a plague, bringing insight, rational thinking, and a greater sense of self awareness to those unlucky enough to be targeted by my high powered perception, or worse, those that find themselves in the wake of my finely honed skills. Suddenly I feel very much like Wobbly-Headed-Bob.
It seems that, as always and much to the chagrin of those who've gone from my sphere of influence, with me there is never such a thing as an easy answer. Ever a deep and thought provoking idealist, my innate abilities make it almost impossible for me to simply take anything at face value. While it could be argued that if properly used it is a virtue, my stance is that I am inexorably driven to provide my (more often) accurate and deep observations even when forcibly trying not to, the action in itself creating an interesting duality of warring selves and being wholly aware and actively working toward resolution.
So the question becomes whether or not you, my readers, would agree that I am in point of fact the impetus of complication and complexity that I have professed to be, or if I serve as something more than a voice of reason catalyzed and villified by own need to comment on the unaddressed and misunderstood. Your thoughts?