This one is for the married lurkers, the shadchanim, the divorcees, the widows and widowers, the formerly-singles, the NEFs, and all the people who are not currently dating because they no longer have a reason to:
Folks keep mentioning that when you meet the right one, you just “know.” Is that true? Were there flashing lights on the third date so you knew? Were there little hearts in your pupils when you got home? Did something go zing pop in the back of your mind? Did your heartstrings twang? Was there some heavenly afflatus or moment of epiphany?
Plus: link to the Perfect Mate post.