"So what am I to you?" she asked. She put her hands on her hips and waited while he fidgeted and blushed like a school boy.
       He swallowed and looked her in the eyes. "I would love to call you my soulmate, but if I do that you will have your own thoughts on that word, your own definition, your own spin on it. I hate to use that word because in today's society of dateme.com and e-Harmony, it is a watered down mush that gets tossed into shitty poetry and cyber-sex." His eyes dropped down to his feet that were shuffling back in forth in his nervousness.
       Her demeanor softened and she stepped close to him. With a finger she lifted his chin so he was no longer able to stare at his shoes but had to look into her eyes. "Okay. You get one shot at this. Wow me."
       He took in a deep breath and spoke, "A soulmate is someone who you love without effort. The love for this person simply exists. When you look into the mirror you see them staring back out at you. Your heart soars with the mere mention of their name. You struggle to speak or say their name because they take your breath away. When you see them, your vision blurs so only they are in focus. When they touch you, every nerve strives to be the next to tingle with the touch of their skin. And when you say 'I love you' what you are saying is, 'I have always loved you, it is about time you came into my life and claimed what has always been yours.'"
       Without hesitation, she drew him into her and kissed him deeply. Their lips parted and tongues tangled as she pulled him to her with a strength that surprised him. As fast as she kissed him, she pulled back and with her own blush whispered, "Wow".