Yeah sort of.
I recognise (rationally) that I disgrace myself by giving them the satisfaction of letting them know that they've disappointed and hurt me. But they have and I just feel f*****g powerless about it, I get frustrated simmering in my anger, culminating in this rather ugly indignation.
I feel like lashing out is gross. On the other hand my therapist told me that repressing my anger, I think she might have said that I'm ashamed of my anger and thus I try and repress it, this leads to my anger coming out tangentially (as it has to come out) which is even worse.
It is easier to ignore women, and to forget about them, if there are numerous other women available. After dates I sometimes manage my feelings by trying to get more matches, I hope that it can reduce excitement for that one particular girl if I talk to others. Greater supply means lower value as per economics 101. I try to prevent myself from being attached to one woman as I know that they'll use that early attachment as a justification to discard me.
There's another difference between us in that I doubt any of these women are going to contact me in a few months, and I'll point out that many don't contact me ever again, in fact they usually don't. Most women I just never contact again, and I've never had any of those women contact me spontaneously afterwards. You are, based on the evidence at hand, a much better catch than I am, you are a 6'5 metabolically-supercharged beast of a man who poisons other men into baldness for stealing packages, who cooks Italian food, who knows how to photoshop dogs, etc etc etc so for many women to see you is to crave you. You write that you're not a good-looking man anymore, but I always translate that as you're not as good looking as you used to be.
I agree, women enjoy these mind games, they enjoy being surrounded by a thick mist of cope. I'm envious on some level, I can't afford to indulge in fantasy, I have to stick to brutal reality otherwise I'll end up with nothing. I might end up with nothing reality. Women in their 20s and 30s are largely romantically privileged, in spite of being in that thick mist of cope, many will still find themselves to a destination involving a satisfactory partner and kids. If they fail, it will never be their fault, they'll never feel shame or regret*, it will be the fault of all the men they met. They don't feel the pain that I feel, knowing that it's largely my own failings causing my disappointments on the dating market.
*Exception, my aunt, in her late 70s, told me that it was a mistake of hers to never have children.