When it comes to coupling up of whatever variety, be it jumping bones or til we're dust and bones, everyone is in the same boat. We want
1. Someone to who we are, in as broad or narrow a sense as you care for, attracted; and who is
2. attracted (again, broad or narrow) to us.
It's the details of these that matter, that inform the venn overlap. Reflect on what it is you want, and why, and on the kind of person who would be attracted to you. You may find change in these matters, large or small, is necessary and doable. Do not feel beholden to others' idea of who you are, nor indeed your own.
Some people struggle to find someone, and they're miserable. Others find it too easy, and fall into repeating dysfunctional patterns of behaviour, and are miserable. Be as content and comfortable in your own skin as you can be.
If you look out of desperation and someone turns up, the other person may sense that. It need not be the unseemliness of desperation in itself that pushes them away, but a concern that you're only interested in them because you're desperate, and they may feel that more is expected of them than they can be. Desperation will also keep you in a bad situation where otherwise you might walk away.
There was a daft comment about pedestals in a thread a few days back. But there is a serious point to make: do not put people on pedestals. It's not nice. Cherish them, care for them - of course. But find them faultless? No-one is faultless. Allow people to be human, to screw up. And keep away from those who want to be treated as faultless.
Read. If you want to know the psychological workings of the other gender, read what they write, and widely. It is a way into the workings of a mind like no other, and should help to dispel any idea of a hivemind, and remind you to consider the nuances of individuals. Short stories and poems may be easier to get through than novels, where your interest isn't held so well.
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Of course, it's probably quite a bit more complicated than that.
You know sometimes, between the dames and the horses, I don't even know why I put my hat on.