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clutching walls as she went, was to take a good look at the bewildering twin flame checklist. It wasn’t really so outrageous. But it certainly wasn’t going to be easy. What had he gotten himself into? Still, he loved a challenge; he’d made a promise and he was nothing if not a man of his word. He knew that, as always, this was going to be a question of volume. The more guys Gerry, actually, got to meet, the more chance there was that one of them might turn out to have at least some of those soulmate qualities she was looking for. Like everything else in life, finding the right person was simply a numbers game, and there was always going to be some need for compromise along the way. If, like Geraldine, you stayed in every evening and only allowed yourself to be dragged out every now and again, when you thought you might be in danger of becoming a recluse, what were the chances that the guy you met on that one, single, blue moon night out would turn out to be a winner? He suspected that the chances were pretty low, and her track record had, so far, proven his suspicions to be woefully correct.
          He knew that a drastic change in habits and behaviour were required in order to make Geraldine a dating success. And in her case, the change that was required would mean  getting out more, meeting and becoming inundated with a steady influx of good prospects, and, finally, choosing one of them as a steady partner, very slowly, very deliberately, and very, very wisely, instead of becoming instantly attached to the first guy who showed any sign of interest in her.
          The next morning, by the time Geraldine finally emerged from her room at around 10.30 am, the door to Ben’s room was closed, and she could hear him in the spare room they’d turned into an office. She could tell by the excitement in his voice that he was coaching someone. She loved taking a day off during the week. It felt so decadent, somehow, and the fact that she’d be working on Saturday to make up for it, didn’t change that one, little bit. It still felt delicious, and certainly far better than just routinely and mind-numbingly following the herd, day in, day out.
         Geraldine did not feel good when she entered the kitchen; it was too bright, too much brightness too soon. The top of her head was throbbing mysteriously and mercilessly, as mystifying fragments of the night before drifted slowly through her consciousness. Her crown chakra was looking decidedly murky and it was going to take at least a litre of water before she felt ready for any kind of meditation. She knew she really shouldn’t drink; she was too sensitive for it. In fact, considering the way she was feeling, by the time she finished meditating, saying affirmations, stretching, journaling and setting her intentions for the day ahead, the day would probably be over. Something had to give. For a moment she considered having a raw-food day or maybe doing some kind of fruit or juice-fast, to raise her undoubtedly, plummeting vibration, but was slightly alarmed to notice her hands reaching into the fridge for eggs and butter. Oh well, her body obviously needed eggs.
          She was just piecing together the evening’s events, when she slowly became aware of a weird feeling that something bad was about to happen, something to do with something that had happened the night before!! Through slightly screwed-up eyes, she suddenly noticed one of Ben’s trademarked, bright yellow, company folders on the dining-room table. It wasn't like  Ben to leave confidential, coaching files lying around. He must be feeling a bit rough as well. She smiled to herself, glancing absent-mindedly at the beautifully designed package, but was suddenly struck by something alarming on the front cover!
     
    Geraldine Stanley
    - Operation Soulmate –
     
    She gasped and stiffened slightly, as memories of the night before came flooding back into her addled consciousness. She quickly grabbed the