How do you know when you've found your soul mate?

The Love of My life passed away . But I have heard that in my state there are at least 300 men that I would be compatible with if I were really interested .And I am 56 years old .

My weight has always bounced up and down through out the years . I have a pair of jeans for every size of me .

Please don't give him your money . Even though he may be as honest forth right and the most loving man ever .

I can tell that You are such a wonderful person .

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I am a bit like you are and sometimes feel unworthy of Love . My very Handsome late husband taught me other wise . I have a lot of creative talent . Yet I could Not sell my jewelry because I could not believe that any one would want it . My Husband proved to me that I was wrong and would sell my jewelry after work at the Night clubs on coastal Texas .

So often in just a few hours he would bring home $300.00 a night for me . My husband loved me no matter how I looked . and he would tell me that I had to be a bit more ruthless and say to my self " Hey I am Great I am the best there is - the creme of the crop .

So Please Do not let any one Tell You other wise .

and PLEASE do not let the actions or attitudes of people Define Who You Truly Are .

Love and Peace to You Always .

Oh, Dear Lesbo,

I know that you have truly found your soul mate and I am just sorry that I waited too long to make my move. I have always been afraid to approach you because I am intimidated by you breathtaking beauty like if you were Cindy Crawford of whom you remind me very much but she was just my little boy crush and you are. well, were, the real thing. So close and yet so far. You probably wouldn't even recognize me since I am jsut one of those lowly trolls in Accounting who worships you from afar but I should tell you that I am not the only one. I hope that no one will do anything foolish to ruin your love because it sounds pefrect to me. I am heartsick and ashamed of my cowardice when I hear that you don't think other men could love you because there are least three of us down here. If I had only made my move befpore now I would not be so sad now and ready to end it all. i will not be coming back to work again because I can't bear to see you this happy and not be the reason for it. I wish you all the best when he shows up with that beautiful new ring. You will always have my heart!!

Witth all my Love,

Mike Hunt

(frpom Accounting)

How did you ever get to be such a lucky girl? I think I cried for half an hour after reading this...tears of joy. When he does arrive with that ring...and he will, you'll be the happiest person no earth for all times.

But hunny, you really can not shove this into your co-worker/his ex's face. That would just be bad news all around, I can just sense these things, you know. Don't even let her see the ring because you never know, she may think it was the one he took back from her.

I waited and waited, but neither my handsome prince nor my glorious ring ever arrived.

I was so worried when he didn't answer his phone. What if something had gone wrong? Perhaps he was crossing the street to get to me, and was hit by taxi!

It would be all my fault!

I called him. I waited. I called him again. I waited.

I lay awake all night. I watched the clock tick past seven. Too early to call. 7:15, still too early. 7:30. Oh well, everyone is awake by 7:30. I called him. The number is not in service? Surely I dialed wrong. I tried again. The number is not in service.

My heart sank. He'd changed his mind--awoken to reality. He wanted nothing to do with me. The idea of giving me a ring in front of his lovely ex frightened him away. I would get the money back in an envelope. He probably wouldn't even send a note. He would know I knew. After all, I'd known all along.

But no envelope ever came.

A week passed before I realized it was never coming. My heart was shattered. Money. He'd wanted money. Dark thoughts swirled through my mind. Just imagine if people found out. I was already a laughingstock. I would have to stay home; I could never show my face again.

It was three days more before I went to the police. Slowly my anger ebbed out my pride. "Pride"--strange, I had never thought of myself as proud. I was always the victim, wasn't I? There's no pride in that.

The police were already looking for Mr. Charming. He'd taken money from another woman. Not as much, but I wasn't the only one taken in. All those days talking myself into going to the station, I'd expected the police to laugh at my story. The clown who'd thought a man loved her. "Not our problem, sister," they'd say. "You're an idiot. We've got to help real people with real problems."

Surprisingly, the officer was kind. We talked for a couple hours--he was very thorough. After he took all my information, he gave me his card, and told me to call him anytime. He walked me to my car, and told me he would get the bastard. He even called me the next day, to make sure I was okay. Those police really do their job!

A week passed with little news, then, as I was sitting at work, tapping my pencil on the desk, the officer walked into the building. I stood as he approached.

"We got him," he told me with a grin.

"You did!" I said, excited, just as someone else echoed "You did!".

I turned, confused. My coworker had also stood to face the officer. We regarded each other.

Comprehension dawned on the officer's face first.

"Ah. You must be the other one. This office really recycles, huh? Well, we got him. And it looks like we'll recover both of your funds."

We both nodded.

"I wanted to tell you in person." He grinned at me.

My coworker and I didn't speak of the matter until a few days later when we received our money.

"I'll call you with trial information," the officer promised. I could have sworn he gave a tiny wink.

"Why didn't you tell anyone what happened?" I asked as we walked away, feeling a bit accusatory.

"Everyone would have laughed at me."

"I wouldn't," I said, but then I wondered if that was true.

"Besides," she added, "I didn't think you were the kind of person who would date your co-workers ex."

"Why?" I challenged at once. "Because I'm fat?"

She looked taken-aback. "I just thought you were better than that," she said quietly.

I also fell silent for a second. "Sorry," I managed.

She took a moment to consider. "Don't mention it."

We smiled at each other.

I got caught in Traffic babe, tehn while taking ashortcut, I got in a little accident, buped my head and developed short term amnesia, I forgot what I was doing, I had 4k on me in cash so I thougth I must be headed to vegas.. So I went to teh Airport and hopped the next flight, send me a bus ticket and I will be home soon BABE!

Ask yourself the most serious questions of all, would you do anything to keep her safe? Would you take a bullet for her? Would you be miserable so she can be happy? If you say yes to all of those, you may have found her. But, think seriously, and sleep on it. If your truly sure then I think you found her. Can you answer mine?

Why would you think that no one could ever love you? All of us here adore you. Your wit and your heart shine through every post you make.

Don't let the ar$ewipes who torment you get inside your head like that.....you're fabulous...we all know it!!! The idiots who look at your outside and call you ugly...they're the ugly ones.

Being large doesn't make you ugly....being small minded does.

And they are tiny minds who cannot see the worth of someone like you.

I used to think that the concept of a "soul mate" was the stuff of trashy pulp romance novels with Fabio covers.

Then I met you. You rock my world, baby. Literally.

I am very happy for you! You sound like you have found true love. As for how do you know when you have found your soul mate? . . . well, you won't have to ask yourself that question, you'll just know :) Enjoy your very special day with your very special man!

Damn, that's a massive wall of text...

Good luck though with approaching that guy...