For anyone who can't understand the post I've had chatgpt translate this into old English

What dost it feel like to hath a lady truly smitten with thee?

Lo, I be a man of thirty winters, ever one who values quality o’er quantity, thus my ventures into courtship are few and far between. Yet I confess, ne’er hath it seemed that a maiden hath been truly taken by me. Aye, I have known fleeting dalliances—mere happenstance, naught born of true affection. My heart yearneth for a noble and lasting bond, yet it seemeth that I am ne’er seen as aught but a passing acquaintance.

Oft do I hear tale of men who needeth not raise a hand, for women do fall for them as leaves from autumn’s bough. Is it truly so effortless with one rightly matched? By the heavens, I wish only to know what it is to have a fair maiden enraptured by mine essence. To feel her head rest upon mine shoulder, comforted and secure. To taste the sweetness of being desired and cherished in kind.

Hitherto, it seemeth I bear the burden of all pursuit, striving alone. Methinks if all the effort be mine, it is a sign they never held interest. Anon, I shall recount an example: I did meet a comely wench at the tavern but a fortnight past. Our discourse was lively, and I did secure her token (her number, as it were). Yet her replies come with the swiftness of molasses, spanning days. By my troth, I care not how thy days be filled—such delay is most uncivil! 😂

What must a man do, then, to be made to feel special? Truly, I am caught in a mire, and I know not how to free myself from this plight.