I tend to agree with Barbara. I think that shopping for a soul mate is lost cause, fraught with disappointment and angst.
When I was a lad just getting interested in girls, my grammaw told me about her brother who was very picky about his women. She said that she told him that he "was gonna pick and pick till he picked s***." She said he wound up with an awful woman. I have found in my 63 years that when one gets too picky about anything, there is geometric progression of Murphy's Law becoming ascendant.
There was a time in my life, around 1964, '65 when I was in LE and working crappy shifts and weekends, when all my friends were going to Viet Nam or had gotten married, or had decent working hours. I was single, into the bar scene etc. I found myself getting lonely in the midst of many people. I couldn't find an interesting girl to save my leg. Then one night while pursuing some miscreants in a vehicle, I collided with a car that turned left as I was passing her. I had on my overhead, but no siren. Just a piece of dumb luck. The driver of the car was an amazingly feisty blonde. Her first words to me, a uniformed police officer, was..."You dumb Sonuvabehach, look what you did to my car." Several months later, I saw this pretty lady at a local club. She looked familiar. I sidled up and said, "you look familiar, have we met?" She looked me up and down and said, "You betcha, you're the dumb sonuvabehatch that smashed up my car." We got married in October 1966. Last month it was 40 years, Oleg.
I think, Oleg, if you don't concentrate too much on your shopping list, and just go about the mundane business of life, you may be lucky enough to stumble into someone. To quote those old and respected soothsayers, The Rolling Stones..."You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find you get what you need."