You need to stop looking, then he will turn up, love doesn’t happen if you keep looking for it. Don’t worry, you won’t be single forever.
This was the well-meaning advice I received time and time again during what seemed a lifetime of picking the wrong men and being single.
This advice was normally forcefully offered from women who had bagged themselves a great fella, lived a seemingly perfect life in a perfect house with perfect children. What was their secret? How the hell did they do it?