Gay Encounters - unsexy mathematical bakery poem..

My ex husband travels the world
having remarkable encounters
which make his eyes sparkle
and says I should do the same.
To which I reply it is all a question of mathematics,
and trying to keep things simple, I explain:

One in ten might
Divided by the number that are free
Divided by the number that may be interested in me
Divided by the ones I like,
and there, hocus pocus, crunch crunch, after the equals sign
we have the One in a Million, good for an encounter
who probably doesn't live in my town,
and, if by chance, I meet her:

Times by an intellectual/electrical/chemical compatibility
Times by a psychological/spiritual/emotional empathy
Times by what is and is not agreeable
and there, hocus pocus, crunch crunch, after the equals sign
we have the One in a Few Billion the universe
brings to the same bakery, the same day
I am there, supping coffee, thinking
this is a good day to fall -
here - in this exact spot, this universe,
the year marked on whatever it is they use for a calendar.

To which he says, I should at least increase my odds
and head for the nearest ghetto,
to which I reply, I might, later this afternoon,
as soon as I work out the formula to an antidote
for already having found her.