"He wasn't my type. We worked together, and he kept asking me to do things with him, in a collegial sort of way. But when my friends asked if he might be a romantic possibility, I assured them that he wasn’t my type at all. I had always been attracted to powerful older men—the kind who charm the pants off every woman they meet. You can imagine how well this worked out for me." He just wasn't her type; but she married him anyway. Upon their first meeting, Leslie Bennetts was convinced that her husband of 18 years was totally wrong for her. Years later, she marvels at how little she knew back then. Turns out, he was the one.
My friends and I seem to take dating a lot more seriously than our mothers did. Perhaps too seriously. We obsess about every interaction, overanalyze each conversation. As much as we crave relationships, they also scare the everloving crap out of us because we have all seen what can happen when a woman makes the wrong choice… I think it's vital to spend a long time getting to know someone before you commit to a life with him. But the constant analysis doesn't leave a girl with much hope of walking into a room one day and being love-struck, the way my mother was. Or so I always thought.
How do you know if he's The One? The one you'll be with forever, the one you want to marry, your one true love? Do soul mates really exist? Professional matchmaker Rachel Greenwald investigates the search for Mr. Right. "How does anyone ever know who's right for them in the long run? Everywhere I go, I meet smug married couples who love to relate the moment they 'just knew' they'd found their life partners. As far as I'm concerned, it's revisionist history; if the marriage in question has worked out so far, they say they acted on their rock solid gut. But if it ended in divorce, they confess to earlier doubts. To be frank, I don't believe anyone can really know this kind of information for sure—and I speak not just from my college relationship, or from all my years as a dating coach, but from reflecting back on my own 1992 wedding."
She just can’t resist going through her boyfriend’s personal belongings, but sometimes snooping leads to more harm than good. By spying through his writing she finds his secrets and an invasion of her privacy. It turns out word, especially the Big Words, really hurt. Victoria Hirschfield finds this out the hard way when what she found was a dagger to her heart.