One last thing I want to write in this thread, and this is to no one, it's just a bitter irony that never fails to make me feel rueful at my own foolishness.
The concepts of 'the one' and of ' loads of experience is a must', they are both as crappy and pernicious as the other in my opinion.
As anyone who can remember back to, well, 2012 I suppose, might remember, I had an inclination towards the 'mystic' and the romantic (possibly the insincere romantic) and the result was I was a sucker for every bit of 'soul mate' literature or 'twin flame' ideologue you could ever throw at me. To say these conceptions led me to have unrealistic expectations of love and romance is a huge, huge understatement. If 'ones' really do exist, I bet loads of people found them and then thought "wait is this the 'one'? nah, couldn't be" and then lost them again. Your perfect 'one' in your mind will obviously never ever be equalled by anything real.
And of course, for the same reasons as others have already explained, I think the whole concept of needing tons of experience before you can know what you really want, is spurious and could cause you to throw something really special away for nothing at all. But needing to have 'plenty of experience' seems to be the staus quo.
What happened to me is I trapped myself in my own mind between these two powerful ideologies. I had something really nice, something I wish I didn't give up, but I drove myself a bit nuts thinking "I need more experience, I think I'm happy, but what if I'm not, who knows what I'm missing out on!" and then "well I wouldn't need the experience if she was the 'one', but she's not the 'one', my soul didn't ignite the very first second I saw her. HEATHEN!"
You get the picture, I was a fool's fool.
But one thing I can say with surety is that sense can spring forth out of a broken heart. Though I wouldn't wish it on anyone, of course.