i want to take a moment to share my experience. I am not the type to discuss this type of thing often, so it is not a story that is very well
practised. Keep that in mind.
My wife and i have been married for 13 years. We met while at work (we both were aides in a mental hospital, we worked different units). My sister
worked on her unit, and she asked my sister to invite me to a party that she was having at her boss's house.
I knew from the moment i saw her that i wanted to be with her. That kind of beauty that you know you are the only one to truly appreciate,and that
literally makes your heart skip beats. On a side note, i get that same feeling 13 years later.
When i met her family the first time, they all gasped and seemed shocked. Of course, they are fairly traditional hispanic, and i am white (but have a
lot of hispanic family, my family is extremely hispanic and mostly lives in El Paso). I thought that they were shocked because she was dating a white
guy that was not catholic.
I should not have been so quick to judge their intentions, as a couple of years later, while visiting with the in law, they all "spilled the beans".
When my wife was 13 she had a dream in which she claimed to have met her future husband. The description she gave was that he was tall,
heavy/muscular build, long blonde hair and a beard. I am of Hungarian/Nordic descent, my hair reaches my lower back, i am 6'3" tall and weigh about
400 lbs (was a champion weightlifter in high school, so was much more muscular then my current fat self).
When she awoke the next morning, she told her whole family about it. Being traditional Mexicans, they put some consideration into her story but were
suspicious of it. For the next several years she talked about this man she dreamed of. WHen she got pregnant by her boyfriend right before she
graduated, her parents asked her about her "guero" that she was supposed to marry. She said she hadn't met him yet and was waiting. They all
slowly started to believe that she was mostly just full of it.
Once this story was out, she admitted that the moment she saw me she knew that i was literally the man of her dreams.
The funny part is, I have had dreams about her my whole life, too. A short hispanic girl with lots of curves, dark and slanted eyes, and shiny ebony
hair. My God, it drove me nuts loving this woman in my dreams and i can truly relate to Vermillion by Slipknot because of this.
We may or may not be "soul mates". I don't know if i believe in that sort of thing. But i can say that, given mine and my wifes experiences, I do
believe that we are destined sometimes, and we can be lucky enough to glimpse this destiny.