I have not done the math to reach the depressingly cogent and irrefutably scientific argument for why I will never find "The One". The signs are not encouraging from my own experience. For me the pool is much smaller. It is comprised of horizontally and follicularly challenged, over-weight, desperate for sex and emotionally distant men.
A former land-lady, the friendly neighborhood grocer and co-workers have tried to set me up without success. J sizes up men sooner than I can and pronounces them "yucky" even before they are out of ear-shot. Thanks to her limited vocabulary I have realized how nuanced and apposite the word yuck can be .