When that didn't pan out either, I thought, well, maybe we'll meet at a show. Archers of Loaf reunited and toured a few summer's ago, and my romantic sentiment was like, "Yes! This is it! Your Milk Man is here!" Instead a met a guy whose favorite band was Kid Rock. Sorry, buddy. That's not really soul mate material for me.
Ok, what about the more practical side of true romance? Meet at work, of course! What had I been thinking all those years? The average American spends something ridiculous like 1 million hours at work, so it is totally logical that two people would discover that they have similar interests in that environment and fall in love. Hardly. Instead you end up dating 2% when you like actually prefer Skim, or worse, trying some weird, non-dairy version just so you can remember what it's like to have a boyfriend, or something like one.
It's still not milk, people.
I don't mind all these missed connections, I know that life is full of them, and I'm lucky to get to try some on for size. I refuse to let go of the romantic ideal, and I'm happy to wait for the right moment to reach in and take hold of your hand.