Remember college? The days when you could meet someone in a bar or a house or a lawn or whatever and think, "Hot damn. Isn't this person is a fine physical specimen. What more do I need for a casual start? ...Nothing! Let's have at this."
Here what happens is that you find out that 90% of the population, if asked, describes themselves using the following madlib: "I am just a [typical/normal/regular] dude/lady who moved to DC [x years/months] ago. I think I'm pretty [down to earth/laid back/easy going/witty], and love [list of outdoor activities], but I'm also pretty [nerdy, geeky, into anime, "kinky"]! I'm equally comfortable in [this cliche] as [this one]. I live for intelligent conversation, think women are obligated to shave their legs, only like people the same race as me, and just LOVE music. :) Now I need to find the right girl/man to help me explore the city!"
So you are either a well adjusted human and this discovery is neutral to good in terms of your romantic prospects, or you are a hopeless case like me and you resign yourself the idea that you will probably have to go out (out!) and try in order to ever get laid and/or have a relationship again because oh my god are you ever overwhelmed with a lack of enthusiasm for sincere and earnest emoticon use. Kids these days, amirite? I'm right.