Sick of Crying

Sad to be all alone in the world. It seems that no matter what I do, that is exactly where I end up--alone. I've made the mistake three times of sending messages to guys on Myspace and Facebook, and every one of them ended up the same way--in flat-out rejection. Rejection is the story of my life. I am now 21 years old, I've never had a boyfriend, I've been to two high school dances and one blind date and that is the extent of my dating experience, the most recent being the blind date which occured when I was 17--somewhere between three and four years ago.
I guess I may be crazy, but I actually have these ideas about relationships being built on common interests and values, thinking on the same intelligence level, trust, and the ability to be happy just in the mere presence of each other. But, as my newlywed brother and millions of other guys have demonstrated to me, the most important thing in a relationship is apparently physical attraction and physical action. In other words, if you're not a busty blonde sharing common lusts and animal instincts with your beau, you are out of luck in the relationship department. I wish this wasn't true, but more often than not, this is the rule. Well, I am looking for the exception. There has got to be a guy out there with brains enough to realize that there is more to love that physical attraction. He has got to be out there. The only problem is, until I grow a nice pair of boobs and blonde hair, no guy will acknowledge my existence long enough to realize that I love his favorite movies, that I own every CD of his favorite band, that I too have invented the perfect plan for maximizing the benefits of the education system (in my head of course), that I have the same beliefs about God and life, that I will get all of his jokes, that I also can't stand hugs, and that we would be capable of being perfectly happy just being together, that we would have an actual foundation to our relationship besides our love of making out with each other (which my brother's relationship is built on). But, he'll never know that. Because I'm not Barbie on the outside so who cares what's on the inside. It's too bad. We could have had something good.