It's a Small World After All

I know this has been around for quite some time, there is even an application on here, but I absolutely love the whole consept, theory, idea, whatever you want to call it of Six Degrees Of Seperation.
For anyone that doesn’t know the theory, which is what I will call it for now, it states that every single person on this fine and beautiful planet of ours is only ever six people away from each other. That we are all connected to a degree, by friends, relatives, husbands, wives etc; not that we are related but that we all know someone who knows someone else who knows someone else and so on until you get to the sixth person.
I am probably not the best to try and describe the theory being the uneducated rag a muffin that I am. Never the less, the idea that I am only six people away from my true sweet heart and love of my life, the wonderful, beautiful, heavenly soul that is Claudia Schiffer makes me love and believe in the theory.
I just need to find the second person in that chain of four others that will lead me to the sixth person who will be the radiant Mrs Schiffer. Yes I know she is happily married, but hey if I can find that chain of six people I’m damn certain I can find another chain of six people that will lead me to somebody who owns a time machine, preferably shaped like a De Lorean.
But digressing from my infatuation with blonde German super models, and 80’s flux compacitor driven time machines lets get back to the theory at hand.
It’s not really that difficult to comprehend or to believe in. How many people do we meet in our time? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Billions? Squillions??? OK maybe not Squillions, thats just ridiculous… And out of all those people that we meet, they go on to meet there millions of people, who go on to meet theres. So somewhere along the line we all know someone who knows someone else and so on. So that every soul on this planet is only six people away from each other. Somehow I am connected to The President of the United States, to a farmer in Mexico, to Buzz Aldrin, to a homeless person sleeping in the door of a shop in London, to the lonely sheep herder in Tunisa, to an Eskimo on some barren wilderness, to you…
So I beg you, whoever you are that I know, who thinks that they maybe the person who knows someone else, who knows someone else, who knows someone else, who knows someone else, who knows Claudia Schiffer to stand up and make themselves know.