The ever elusive "connection."

Finding myself at the lame end of another female rejection(don't suppose there's any other end to that, actually) I am naturally somewhat frustrated with myself. She doesn't feel a connection with me which is certainly not anything to blame her for. It's just a frustrating thing because I don't know why I would feel a connection with her... doesn't a connection imply both sides being involved? What the hell am I connecting to if she isn't connecting back? I don't get it. I don't really even have a good guess at the moment. I guess I'm just venting. I'm glad my feelings had not gotten too entrenched and this is more of a personal annoyance with how feeble I feel because of this sort of misunderstanding on my part. I feel extremely(maybe too much) confident in pretty much every other area of life... and this one just breaks me down. I don't mind being humbled by life's challenges in general... I can pull myself through just about anything... but having had essentially zero success in this area of life has only taught me how futile it is for me to even try. But still I do. The the wall I have been endlessly banging my head into doesn't seem to show a scratch but maybe my head is tougher for having done it. Maybe that's how it all starts? I just need a sufficiently damaged skull(metaphorically speaking, of course) to somehow attract the right woman. At this rate I'll be 80 before I figure anything out... if I figure anything out. Yay for ridiculous patience! Boo for being such a picky idiot!