Here's my 2 cents' worth: I met my husband of (almost) 26 years in Washington, D.C., even though he's a Brooklyn boy and I'm a Queens girl, at a self-awareness seminar in 1980. We had mutual friends but they were not instrumental in our meeting. I overheard Jeff tell someone he knew Frank Z., who I also knew. Then I found out he was in chiropractic school and I thought "he's cute, I'll ask him about my 'creaky' knee."
I went up to him and mentioned our mutual friend Frank's name and asked him for a consultation on my knee. He took a look and gave me some advice and we started dating as soon as we got back to New York.
On our first date he told me "I think I'm falling in love with you." I was like "????" Especially since I was so nervous that I drank way more than I ever had and threw up all the way home! Wow, some first date, but I guess he liked it enough to come back for more.
My point is, you never know where and when it will happen. I didn't go to the seminar planning on meeting someone but it was meant to be, so keep on being positive and it can happen to you!