My whole life revolves around romance, dreams, and soul mates.
I marvel when the right biochemistry ignites sparks that become a flame so intense as to burn eternally, when two people allow the most powerful and meaningful emotion to rule their hearts, and then embrace that magical potential where True Love will become the torch that lights the course of their future. I am an artist and lovers are my palette, a modern day Picasso of sorts. You see, I am a matchmaker. People look to me everyday to give them hope that yes; they too can find their soul mate. My specialized knowledge, however, has been learned, in part, the hard way.
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My first encounter with the illusion of true love occurred when I was a young struggling actress in Hollywood. I had always felt very confident about myself in the looks department and was often asked for my autograph. I signed it “Molly Ringwald,” and then, “Just kidding.” Eyes shining with stars, body surging with hormones, I fell for an incredibly beautiful, charismatic, and talented French chef. Bruno. He had deep green eyes, full, pouty lips, and thick, chestnut brown hair that fell just above his shoulders in ringlets. I used to love stretching one out and letting it go…boing! I told my aunt one day, “I’m lucky to be with Bruno. I mean, it’s amazing I was able to attract such a great-looking guy in the first place.” She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I pretty much had.
I had only known him for six adventure-filled months when we got married. I was smitten, while he mostly needed a place to crash. Yes, I know, a heartbreak waiting to happen. But it wasn’t just his looks I adored. Our wedding in his small village in France was a fairytale. We posed in the nearby woods where white cyclamen grew wild, my white lace dress rising out of the blossoms, white against white. And the food! To Bruno and his wonderful family, food was a spiritual experience, savored and revered as an art form. What could go wrong?