That love thing, if it exists.

After thinking about past relationships(or lack thereof) I have been stumped by the same question each time. Why is it that I am always in second place? Never really last, but never ever first. I do have to say that I am not attractive. Some say I have attractive qualities, but I am not attractive as a whole. This does not help my plight. I am rather a fine example of an introvert, as well. I think quite a bit and don't show a lot of emotion, this, most likely, is another one of my downfalls. I am picky, too. I seem to pick the most beautiful girls I can find and befriend them, and then fall for them. Well, in one case she found me, and was found in my lap every second period on black days if I remember. What is so bad about me? Is it because I am not going to college? Is it because I do not care about the typical stereotypes that society has created? Yes, I'd like to be fit, but no it is not more important than work or my hobbies. I doubt that a six pack or firm lines would have helped me get these girls that I have chosen. I'm sure it would have led to a lot more sleeping around, but that is not my ultimate goal. Happiness is my ultimate goal. I know I usually dote upon these things quite a bit, but I want to solve this. I plan on asking my ex-loves(infatuations?) why I was always just second best? Why was I always just a hair too short or too late? Why was I never chosen? Why was I always a bridesmaid, but never a bride? Well, maybe not the last one, but you can get the general idea. Does love really exist? Or is it just our carnal instincts making our bodies malfunction into making stupid decisions and becoming dependent upon the accompaniment of that 'one'?