Tools.... of the trade

So.
I realize that there are tools for everything... I mean, seriously, I have 30 different types of variably shaped brushes to make my face look perfect. I get it. Tools, of any trade, are important.

I am beginning to wonder if I've lost my tools for boy trapping (I realize now that I get images of a hunters cap -- a la Catcher in the Rye, camo, and an orange safety vest).
I mean, have I lost the ability? the skill? nay, the prowess?

I mean, I like to think myself quite the conversationalist. I have an extensive vocabulary and the ability to string words together in a way that makes it both interesting and pleasing to the ear. I also have a little knowledge on A LOT of things.
OH WAIT.
Boys are not impressed with such brainy matters.
Boys are impressed by T&A.
And I have some T&A.
But I tend to rely on.... Not my T&A.

I digress.
In my last entry I talked about being desired... and I am now wondering if it is all by my own hand.
In Sex and the City (SATC) Carrie talked about having x amount of tears for man.
I have starting to think we (mostly I) only have the capacity for so much love. Like, you have x amount of love that you can choose to give out and share but in the end that is all you have. I don't see love as something of infinite quantity.

So, I wonder, am I out of love?
Recently, I tried to quantify how much I have left (if any). Because when I look at boys, all I can see is potential heartbreak. Even if a relationship is out of the question. It seems like being a risk assessor. I'm seeing things like cheater, loser, user... instead of fire hazard, high blood pressure and high risk... well... I see high risk also.

I don't know what to do now... I've tried to work for love, it didn't pay well. I tried to beg love to stay, but she walked out anyway-- and didn't return the key.