the luxury of love

I find it strange that out of all the unrequited love I've produced into this world, none has been bestowed upon me. What's with that?!
Like, even if there was unrequited love in the vicinity of me, I've never known about it, thus making it a moot point. I mean, if someone told me that they were in love with me, but I wasn't in love with them...jeeze. I'm not sure what I'd do. I mean, I figure I'd be nice to them, but not too nice. But where do you cut that off? If someone like me was in love with me, and bought me groceries and took care of my house or spent literally 1000's of dollars to visit me...I guess I'd have a hard time denying them too. So are these tactics that I use manipulative? Do I do them to keep men interested because I fear that I alone cannot? Or do these unprompted and I imagine oftentimes unwanted 'favors' really come from somewhere deep in my heart like I imagine they do? I have, in the past, done things for boys because I truly like them and I want them to be happy. Maybe I'm overstepping my boundaries.

I guess I'd like to set the record straight: I don't see myself as manipulative, but I can see how others could misinterpret my actions this way. I'm not desperate, but I see how others could see me that way. I'm just sad that no one fancies me in the same way that I seem to fancy people, and I guess I'm a little confused as to why. Only time will tell, I guess.