I worked with a girl for years who found a way to bring this up all the time. "For every Jack there is a Jill," she would say. Bah. i don't believe that garbage for a second.
And if I did, I'm pretty sure my Jill was crossing the street to meet me, and got hit by a fuckin' truck.
What is "love" anyway? When you originally fall for someone, the "love" you are feeling is just a bunch of chemicals running rampant in your head. Once they wear off, and you realize just how annoying the other person is, you move on.
Love. I have a better chance of meeting an alien from outer space on the same day I win the lottery after I was just hit by lightning, inside, twice within the hour.