Between snippets of conversation swirling around me at lunch today I read Rebecca Lavoie's article from Sunday's Monitor (March 2) about finding a soul mate.  It is a dream I spent many years pursuing myself.  If you believe in the teachings of "The Secret" (a book I devoured in just a couple of days), it only took about 30 some odd years of constant thought for me to attract my soul mate, but then I guess it took so long because more often then not I was thinking "why can't I find someone?" instead of thinking "he's out there". 

I was a ferocious reader as a youngster.  I can remember as a teenager reading gothic romance novels and dreaming of meeting Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome myself.  I had a definite idea of what I wanted.  Although my very first boyfriend was tall and handsome, he certainly wasn't dark.  That didn't matter, I was convinced I'd found my soul mate.  How lucky for me so early in life.