1) Meet friend of a friend, instant chemistry, done
2) Slow burning awkwardness with someone you see on the regular, eventual reciprocation
Remember college? The days when you could meet someone in a bar or a lawn or a roof or whatever and think, "Hot damn, isn't this a fine physical specimen? Onward."
This site introduces the complexity of finding out that 90% of the population, if asked, describes themselves using what appears to be boilerplate madlib material filled in with earnestness and cliche. Stick around long enough and learn of the remaining 10% the terrifying number who are willing to admit that they have a "racial preference" or consider women "obligated" to shave their legs.
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.