Laments and Commodities

I just spent many hours composing a sort of a love-letter, whose contents are certainly none of your business. All I wish to relate here is this turn of phrase I concocted lamenting the fact that several girls have recently professed to be too busy to go on a simple date with me. The phrase did not actually make it into the letter, though the basic concept remains.

"Can it be true that my company is so poorly valued, as a commodity, that it is to be spurned in preference for the more highly-valued activity of sitting at home, complaining to your roomates about how boys never ask you out?"