Love can be a $(#*!

I don't usually put personal stuff like this on the blog, but for some reason, tonight I felt like it:
You know, I was actually there when the First Presidency announced the lowering of missionary ages to 18 for men and 19 for women. Quite literally; I was getting close towards the end of my mission in the Family & Church History Headquarters Mission in Salt Lake City. I remember my reaction, and in the ensuing weeks I discussed this with my fellow elders who were also nearing the end of their missions. We all, to some degree, expressed concern over the fact that we could be dealing with a whole bunch of rowdy 18 year-olds, which would make things difficult for trainers and zone leaders alike--but then we all had a good laugh as we declared, "Not our problem!"
Over a year has gone by, and now I'm starting to realize that it really is my problem, but in a different way.
Don't get me wrong, I think that it's a great thing that the Lord is trusting people of a younger age to leave on missions, but that makes things difficult here at BYU-I, an entirely LDS college. Since young women are allowed to go on missions sooner, a lot of them have been taking advantage of that, which puts me, a young RM, in a tough spot. The pressure's on for me to get dating and eventually get dating; how am I supposed to do that when part of the girls around my age are practically packing their bags? It's bad enough that a good majority of the girl's I'd be interested in are already paired up with some guy; my current roommate has a girlfriend back in Canada, and they talk over Skype all the time (I swear I'm not kidding!)!
This fact hit hard tonight; I went to this country dance, and while there I met this really cute redhead girl. She was really friendly, and quite energetic; lucky yours truly managed to get in two dances with her! I tried to get her number, but then she told me that she was putting in her papers, and didn't feel that it would be fair for her to date someone prior to that. I don't blame her; I already know some guys who got 'Dear-Johned' on their missions (even I was indirectly dear-johned on my mission, but that's another story); how bad would it be for a girl to get that kind of treatment?
I am in no way trying to be desperate and plea for help; I realize there's plenty of fish in the sea, but I just couldn't help but voice my frustration. If you bothered to read this long rant, then you get some points.