Maybe that's because Chad isn't a whiny bitch. You say you want a wife that you "could love and adore," so I'm guessing that means you're either A) going for women waaaaay out of your league; B) going for cunts and not normal women; or C) think "to love and adore" means "to creep out with obsessive attachment and make uncomfortable with constant compliments and overwrought 'romantic' garbage." "I want a wife to love and adore," is like the mating cry of the stalkery neckbeard, as is the whining about them all wanting "Chad."  In other words, you find a woman you think is hot, follow her around, give her expensive gifts after one or two conversations, do things like stare at her smiling goofily and when she asks what they hell you're doing you say something like, "Just falling into the dreamland of your eyes," infantilize her in the guise of "taking care of her," pay her weirdly exaggerated compliments that only a total narcissist could feel comfortable with, and in general go so far out of your way to treat her like something not even human that she ends up feeling uncomfortable at the mere mention of your name...and then whine that women "don't want nice guys," because the women you go for aren't magpies easily caught with some bright shiny words. Every overdone compliment out of your mouth feels like a lie, because every woman you give them to gets the sense that you say the same thing to every woman who crosses your path...because you do.  Just treat women like human beings, man. Start by finding one who behaves like she is. Be honest with yourself about your appearance and prospects, and find a woman who seems like a match. Don't let women use you and stop trying to use them. Pay attention to what they actually say they like and want instead of deciding you know best. My husband and I used to be good friends with a guy who thought like you--or rather, we're good friends with a guy who used to think like you. A wonderful guy in pretty much every other respect. Physically he was about a 4 (at the time); not exactly a face only a mother could love, but not a hottie who turned heads, either--he was attractive once you got to know him, but pretty easy to overlook at first. he still had a lot to offer a girl. The problem was, the only girls he ever offered anything to were strippers and Hooters girls. He spent every weekend and almost every free evening at one of those two places, chatting up the girls. He thought he was starting relationships. They thought they were making bank. He'd get one to agree to go out with him--again, he was a great guy in just about every other respect--and take her to the most expensive restaurant in town. He'd buy them expensive earrings or a necklace on the first date, or just after the first date. He drove them places. He ran errands for them. He called and texted them all the time. In short, he let himself be used and he creeped them out. He too would say he was just looking for a woman to love and make his wife, while my husband and I simultaneously rolled our eyes and worried about him, and tried to urge him to look elsewhere for this magical wife-woman. We watched this happen over and over again: he'd have a date, he'd be all excited, he'd pull out all the "romantic" stops, he wouldn't get a second date. or he'd have what he thought was a date only to meet the girl's professional athlete boyfriend or wealthy club owner boyfriend. Over and over. He had nothing in common with these women, nothing to really share with them just as they had nothing to really share with him. But because they were hot, he would attribute to them all kinds of lovely personality traits that simply did not exist. He didn't see them as people; they were canvases for his fantasies. Then one day he decided to stop going to those places entirely. We were delighted. A few months later he saw a girl at a bookstore who he thought was cute. Not stripper hot, not "professional beauty" attractive, but pretty. Nice-looking. She smiled at him. he started talking to her about the book she was looking at. They had coffee, then a date, then another. He called my husband and I pretty regularly during this time period, to ask if we thought he should do X or Y: should he buy her a diamond necklace on their third date, should he show up at her house unannounced and have dinner waiting for her when she got home, should he write her a poem about her beauty, should he go and buy her a new desk because he thought she could use one and he saw one that, it turned out, he liked so assumed she would like even though it didn't match any of her current furniture. We said a resounding no to all of this. He has now been married to that girl for twelve years. My husband and I would like to think we had something to do with that, but who really knows--it's possible she might have loved crazily expensive gifts from a man she barely knew. All we do know for sure is that he didn't try to "woo" her or impress her, he slowed down and treated her like a human being, paying attention to what she liked and did not like and not trying to behave like the seducer in a dime novel. And what do you know. It's not my intent with the above to be insulting. It's real, honest advice from a real, honest woman. Maybe you've never done any of the things described--but I'm betting you've done at least a couple of them at least once or twice. Women--decent women--are not your enemy, we are not a mystery, and we are not children with boobs.  tl;dr Quit being a martyr and start treating women like normal human beings, and maybe you'll have better luck. And there aren't any hot white women who want "Tyrone." There are fat white women who do and trashy white women who do, and hot white women who don't care if he's Chad or Tyrone if he makes them smile.  Good luck to you.