Please don't find this callous or glib, it does my heart great pain to say it, but we all go through this.

Being same-sex-attracted is a totally different statistical universe than being heterosexual. Only 4% of the boys you meet are even potentially attracted to other guys, and WITHIN that 4%, only a percentage less than half will find you attractive even if you're a movie star teen idol. For most people, the percentage is lower. Then when you talk about looking for REALLY compatible people, someone to fall in love with, you're down somewhere within 1% of the 4% -- that's 0.04% of your general population of boys who catch your eye. You basically either need to hit the jackpot in terms of pure blind luck, or meet at least 200 guys who are gay or bi and within your range of attraction.

I happened to meet my partner in a gay university club that did indeed have 200+ members (though that was a blip -- such clubs fluctuate madly from 10 members to hundreds depending on who's organizing things, since student populations always change over ever year.) He came not from my hometown, not from my province, but from the exact opposite end of the country.

I went to the reunion of my highschool recently, found out who all had come out in the intervening decades, and verified that of the 4 or 5 gay guys in my class, none of them would ever have been of interest to me. Nor me to them. They'd all had a crush on a straight boy though.

To make this situation a character attribution of yourself, a fixed mark (curse, actually, self-curse) of "I am such that whoever I like doesn't like me" -- this is not just an error for which you deserve a hug, but also a small and remediable sin against the God of this probabilistically based universe. Trust your own love and beauty that God gave you (regardless of your weight, height, etc.)