But the captain of your own Fate.

And perhaps you are clinically depressed and don't know it?
I would get screeened for it. Recharging chemical imbalances and a little introspection with a mental health professional (psychologist, psychiatrist) could help for you to unblock those channels of creativity and rebuild your zest for life.
Perhaps you are being too hard on your self.
Maybe you should change your moniker to Hoping for Success?

But first...back to basics.
So why aren't there any women in your life?
Are you too fat?
Is your self image too poor?

YOU are responsible for your health, attitude and appearance.
If you don't like it, only YOU can change it!
Get off that couch or computer chair and start walking and exercising.
Read up on nutrition and de-toxification.

No money to spend on a date?
Find a lady with similiar interests in your workplace.
Join a club, the library or be daring and start going places and trying things you don't feel you could. Challenge yourself!

As for space travel, I've given up on the thought; even though I was inspired by Star Trek and Kubricks' 2001.
Space will be militarized first and foremost, and we have seen already what private enterprise has been able to accomplish for space flight.
Big Zero.
Hell, we can't even SEE pictures of Mars, until they've been declassified by our blind cardinals years later!
So no, space won't save us.
We must be responsible to save ourselves.

Individually, if not as a species.
Get going.