I am most often told that I am pretty, then often I am called attractive, and sometimes I have been called beautiful. The problem, you ask? I hate it and sometimes, lately, it has infuriated me, and I have gone off and fumed to myself. It happened as recently as this morning.
Why you ask do I get angry? Because I am 48 yo and alone, because, though I have had many, I have never had a good, lasting relationship with a man. I think to myself if only all this prettiness, attractiveness and beauty mattered. If only it helped. Why can't I have someone to love me and someone to love? Why can't I find the right person?
I know that the type of men in my life are my fault. I chose them, consciously or unconsciously, but I only began to understand this in my 40s. I'm trying to do better but am not having any luck.
I guess I just wish the right man would tell me I am pretty, etc., etc. Then it would make all the difference in the world. It would really matter then.
I get compliments like this so often that I try to tell myself that most people, especially men, don't mean it. That it's just flattery or stretching the truth. That they feel sorry for me and want to make me feel good. But I cannot deny the sincerity and spontaneity of the majority of these compliments.
It seems like a waste. With my track record in love, I should be a very, very ugly person. That would justify my sad, sad love life.

Please don't write and tell me to be thankful.
Please don't write with little pat answers.
Please don't write and tell me to stop whining.
I'm just venting.
If you can relate, please write.