The Expression of Love, or My Complete Inability to Do So

So, I am wearing once more the raiment of reflection (dazzling, I'm sure) and today I feel at liberty to share a certain issue with you all. Namely, that I am terrible with women.
It's not in a social sense, or even a lasting friendship sense - I can handle the fairer sex in those capacities perfectly well. Trouble on my part occurs when I like someone in a more... thorough manner.
I suppose what I look for is a personal relationship. I'm not there for the physicality of the thing (consequentially, I don't and likely never will have casual sex - it does not feel right to me at all, since from my perspective that sort of thing is highly intimate - I ascribe a lot of meaning to anything like that, which I'm well aware puts me at odds with huge swathes of the world's population). For this reason, as can reasonably be supposed, I often can't bring myself to make a move on someone, or even to express a fancy for her - I end up being deceptively offhand, which subsequently helps no one but a potential rival.
I also cause problems from what might be called a sudden intimacy - I can feel far too strongly about someone too quickly. Thankfully for them, it usually burns itself out rather swiftly in kind. The other sort of affection that usually manifests itself, though, is the main one I've alluded to in this post - that of a long-term one I never seem able to make work in my favour. I find it unbelievably difficult to make something move forward in that sense - and while I think this, I must also realise that due to my aforementioned non-expression of intent, the other person knows nothing whatsoever.
Perhaps, in time, I'll crack this problem. I should imagine that, with experience, I'll eventually find a way to make the first move, my reservations be damned.
Before anyone ventures to comment so, this post is not the odd one out so far - like the others, it covers an aspect of my personality, albeit one with which I am not particularly comfortable. When I set out to explore myself, things like this are bound to arise.