If the theory that you find someone when you stop looking were true, I would be swimmin' in women. Also, if the theory that females tend to be drawn to jerks (or at least faux-jerks in the form of manipulative teasing) were fiction, then I my single presence here would be all the more mysterious. Lastly, if the theory that nerdy introverted men have an easier time finding people they feel comfortable enough around to date these days were true, then (putting all of the associated paradoxes aside) you'd never see me getting excited about the prospect of time travel.
I'm a wholehearted believer in the people-are-not-objects theory, which women walking on the street seem to have a difficult time believing a male would believe. I'll add a mildly poetic statement here for discontinuity: even cats stiff laser beams. You're skeptical.
Soon, I'll be going to more sweat lodges in the Lakota (not San Franciscan) tradition, doing more yoga, dancing to more Bollywood songs, coming up with conceptual mixed media art ideas, and finding ways to bridge what theoretical mumbo jumbo I do best with more societally relevant things such as renewable energy. Abrupt: Good luck on here and elsewhere!