My good friend G says that being in love has everything to do with luck and nothing to do with the person. It is not personality, not character, not good looks or physique but pure plain luck. Whether he loves you or not, wants to be with you or not, is dependent on plain luck. If you willl, it's like trying to flip two coins and landing heads at the same time. You can't really predict it and it must happen simultaneously. With two coins and a probability of landing heads for each is half, you actually have a .25 chance of landing it heads simultaneously. Those are pretty good odds, except when it comes to falling in love, it's like trying to flip 100 coins and landing all heads simultaneously.
All this now means that the odds of me meeting "the one" are statistically insignificant. Just an erroneous random variable. That's depressing.
Every time I end a relationship, I say to myself that I will not let that erode my ideals, and beliefs of what love should be like. Not very easy to do, but I've hung on to them, and moved on from relationships that were less than satisfactory. But now... Now I have a theory to back up why the elusive "one" is so hard to find. Because even if all 99 coins are heads, that very last tail just ruins it all and you must begin all over again.