I think in my earlier post, I was thinking about life in general. Because, in truth, I was single at the time I mentioned. I had someone I had a crush on, who I never dated, but in retrospect, that person would have been terrible for me, had it ever been reciprocated. She just happened to look the part.
Regarding love, it's weird, because it's what I've sought out for a long time, but reflecting upon what has actually made me the happiest, and when I've been the most content, it's had nothing to do with romantic relationships.
There's also a really cynical part of me that thinks that the desiring of someone is actually a more pleasurable experience than actually having someone. I mean, who can compete with the idealized version of a person your mind creates? Can anyone actually be that awesome? I guess this is sort of anti-Buddhist, in that desire is not the cause of suffering, but the cause of pleasure, and perhaps the highest forum of pleasure.