Yesterday I discussed my thoughts on the letter to Princeton women about their options for a mate peaking while at the Ivy League University.
I thought about it some more and had a bit of a discussion with my husband over delicious sushi and I think that I have a more concrete opinion about the topic.
Love will find you. You need to be open to it but you can't really plan it. Searching for a husband, whether it be on a college campus , a television show or through a matchmaker is probably a long shot. Sure there are stories of people who actively search for a spouse and find one (and supposedly live "happily ever after" but they are the exception rather than the rule. Anyone can find another and get married but to find the one that is "it" is way more complicated than that. It requires an open heart and mind and a lot of luck. Once you find that person, it requires work, loyalty and dedication.
I met my soulmate when I was 24 years old. I was not looking for a husband. On paper, no one would have ever set us up. That being said, from the moment that I met him, the spark was there. He was "it". Flash forward 20 plus years, a couple of kids and all of the stuff (good and bad) that life throws at us, we are the best couple that I know. By the way, my husband and I attended the same University, lived in the same apartment complex during out sophomore year and had mutual friends but never met until years later when we were both living in Miami. Who knows, had we dated in college, we may have never ended up together. It was not our time. It was meant to be, but not then.
So my message to the Princeton women would be, go get your degree but keep your hearts and minds open. Live your lives. Que sera, sera...whatever will be, will be.