Who You Are

So today Sara "Dubya", my sister, and I went to see Little Miss Sunshine at the Enzian. It was one of the funniest movies I seen thus far in my life.
When we got there, it was sold out, but luckily I had ordered out tickets online, so our only prob was to find seats together.
Now there is somethign you must now about the Enzian -it's crazy posh. You don't sit normal theatre-style. You sit at tables with big, comfy chairs in odd colors, big purple chairs at the front, or these cute lil red loveseats. Sara, mary, and I took one of the red loveseats and enjoyed the movie.
Before the movie started, Sara and were talking about how her friend Peter needs to take the hint that she's not interested in him romanticly (she's clearly told him that she isn't interested about 3x now) and how she needs a bf to keep him away. We then went on to sayt that we both need bfs. Then, when we walked into the Enzian, we exclaimed how it would be such a great place to go on a date -if only we had bfs. And later, when we looked behind us at one of the couches, there was a couple who had brought a blanket and was snuggled up together on one of the red couches -yet again, we needed bfs. Also, when we were listening to Over the Rhine play at Cornerstone, we talked of how great it would be to have a bf to dance to the music with in the back of the tent at 1am (because over the rhine is amazing).
Last night, when I was at Taryn's for a movie, all I wanted a boy to hold me and stroke my hand like Jeff was doing to Taryn. This morning, I just wanted a boy to hold my hand during church, while we sang, while we listened, while we prayed.
I put so much of my worth into how much I feel valued by guys -it's horrible, but I can't help it. I just feel so much better about myself if I know a guy likes me, no matter how ugly or uncool he is.
I want a husband, a boyfriend, or even just a really close guy-friend that I can call when I'm upset, confused, content, or happy. I know I need to be finding my self-worth in God, but it's hard and I'm too embarassed to ask for help. I think I might talk to Rudy about this and ask him to pray for me... does everyone feel like this? So much so that whether a boy likes me or not can make or break my day?