I saw this on PostSecret and it really hit me hard. I could have sent this postcard in myself. It's always what I'm thinking deep inside me and my greatest fear. I feel for the person who sent in this card, because I know exactly how she feels. It sucks when the wonderful things you have to offer the world, and a potential partner are not the kinds of things anyone cares about. I thought it would get better as I got older, but it still seems that all men care about is physical attractiveness. Even into their thirties and forties, that's all they seem to care about. Sometimes I feel like screaming: "I'm a great catch, why doesn't someone want me?" Of course, that would never work.