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The Perfect Partner

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FINDING YOUR PERFECT ROMANTIC OR BUSINESS
PARTNER – OR CLIENT - QUICKLY AND EASILY.

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Stuart A. Lichtman
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Introduction
Have you finally had your fill of relationship partners who aren’t the right ones?

Are you tired of working with people who just aren’t the right people, who constantly violate
your expectations?

Are you yearning for your prince or princess charming?

Would you like a work partner and employee who’d immediately click with you and who had all
the skills you need?

Would you like to have that right now?

Would you like to find your “perfect” romantic partner? Or your perfect business partner? Or
your perfect employee?

If so, you’re in the right place.

I’m going to show you the most powerful process for finding the person you want that I’ve ever
seen.

As you’ll realize from my true story of using this process to find my perfect partner, we’re
talking about something that can produce amazingly powerful results.

So let’s get on with it.

How Does This Process Work? Why Does It Work?

Have you ever noticed that sometimes you meet people you’ve never met before and they seem
very familiar? Most people have. That certainly includes me, lots of times. Almost all of the
people with whom I’ve had powerful personal and business relationships have triggered that
feeling in my the first time we met.

My theory (for which I have absolutely no concrete proof but an awful lot of proof in the form of
anecdotes) is that these are people with whom I’ve had powerful relationships in past lives. Of
course, to believe my theory, you have to accept the existence of past lives.

Luckily, whether you do or not has absolutely no bearing on whether the Perfect Partner process
works for you. Theories are theories. Results are results. I greatly prefer the latter.

In any case, my theory is that within each of us we have an image of the “perfect” people we are
supposed to meet in this lifetime. That when we see some aspect of that perfect person inner

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image reflected in someone we meet, we initially react as if we’ve met the person of our inner
image. And, being human, we then unconsciously generalize from one characteristic fitting our
inner image to assuming that all aspects of that person do.

Of course, that’s seldom the case but, especially in romantic relationships, we almost always find
ourselves trying to change that person we met into the perfect person of our inner image.

This absolutely doesn’t work. But most everyone has had the experience of trying to change
someone else into someone who’s right for them – or of a relationship partner trying to change
them in similar fashion.

Well, starting from the assumption that my theory is correct, I developed a process for using the
reflections that we see in others who trigger a powerful positive reaction. The process uses these
reflections to build a Wish List describing the perfect person whose reflection we have seen.
Having done so, the process then uses the rest of the Cybernetic Transposition Three-Step
process to find the real person whom our inner image represents.

Does it work? Definitely yes.

My first test was on myself (as it usually is) and it worked magnificently. I’ve described the
experience in my true story presented later in this ebook.

Does it work for others? Yes, definitely.

Of the many people I’ve trained in this process and who’ve used it, the same percentage were
successful as with all of the other Cybernetic Transposition Three-Step objectives.

Yes, the Perfect Partner process definitely works. For example:

Carina was an extremely bright and psychic lawyer, a friend of my “perfect” partner Åsa
whom you’ll meet in the story of my adventures with the Perfect Partner process later in
this book.

Carina initially had one really self-defeating unconscious habit pattern. She was drawn
to romantic partners who were handsome, great dressers and good dancers but who were
so intimidated by Carina’s brightness and psychic abilities that they eventually always
became hostile and abusive. This caused her no end of grief.

Knowing this, Åsa asked me to help Carina by teaching her the Perfect Partner process –
so I did. About a week later, Carina called, very excited. “I found him,” she said and
invited us out to dinner to talk about her experiences.

“It was amazing,” she related. “I’ve known Anders for years but never paid much
attention to him. I thought he was okay as a friend but as a lover? No way.”

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“But the day after we set the Perfect Partner objective, he asked me out on a date. I
remembered that you, Stuart, had said that I should always check a person out on my key
element list before making a decision about whether they might fit. So I did. Amazingly,
Anders rated high on all of the factors that I knew him well enough to rate. So I went
back to him and said yes.”

“He took me out to dinner. It was magical. I found layers of him that I’d never imagined.
He’s bright, witty, very caring, creative, very loving… and a great dancer, would you
believe? He’s also very high achieving and entrepreneurial. He’s about to start his own
law firm and has already asked me to join him.”

Well, things went from this to even better in their relationship. They did start the law
firm. It was very successful. They got closer and closer to each other, finally getting
married (she was a beautiful bride and he looked very handsome – we attended the
wedding). At last count, they had two beautiful kids, had built a great home with their
own hands and were still very much in love.

Does It Only Work for Romantic Partners?

No, not at all. It works for all types of partners as well as “perfect” employees. For example:

Monica had been recently promoted from team-leader to manager of a thirty

person software and technical development group in the large Swedish
telecommunications firm, Ericsson. She had been instructed to double the size of
her department even in the face of a critical shortage of qualified personnel.

So Monica's first objective utilizing the Cybernetic Transposition techniques

focused on locating a second-in-command who (among other things) would be
“perfectly comfortable with me and I with him” and would have “a style and
inner vision so similar to my own” and such a “great ability with people” that
“within a week of starting, he will produce an immediate jump in morale in the
department.” (The quotes are taken directly from Monica's translation of her
objective from Swedish to English.) She used the Perfect Partner process in
creating her Wish List and setting the objective, which had a four-week time
frame.

Given Ericsson's bureaucratic delays, it took three weeks to advertise the job.
However, on the last day of the fourth week the “perfect person” walked in. He
started work the following Monday and exceeded all aspects of the objective.
(Note that, in Sweden, it usually takes two to three months from the date of hire to
bring a new manager on board.) Monica subsequently use the Perfect Partner

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technique to quickly and successfully find other key people and soon brought her
department to the required size.

By the way, I used the Perfect Partner process to “staff” my team for this ebook project. It very
quickly brought me a remarkably creative, effective, motivated and supportive team.

How Does the Perfect Partner Process Work?

It works exactly like the normal Cybernetic Transposition Three-Step with several important
differences that are described below.

1. First identify all of the people that you have ever met in any context who meet the
following criteria:

• They demonstrate at least one characteristic that you would like to see in your perfect
partner.

• That characteristic or those characteristics created an extremely strong attraction to

that person, even if the rest of their characteristics weren’t attractive to you or even
strongly turned you off.

Obviously, in non-romantic relationships, I’m not talking about a romantic attraction.

For example, in business relationships, I’m talking about the characteristics that made
you want to work and, perhaps, socialize with them.

If you saw them in a movie demonstrating a characteristic that rang particularly true with
you, include that example.

Make a list of all of these people and their strongly attractive characteristic(s). Don’t
shortchange yourself. Once you’ve initially made the list, read through it and then focus
on your Inner Anchor Point, asking your unconscious to give you any more examples
that should be on the list and to let you know if any of the ones you listed are not
appropriate – and to do so in ways that are for the highest good of you and everyone else
involved.

2. Using the Metastories form, create a Wish List from your first list

• Limit each Metastory to a single strongly attractive characteristic. If more than one of
the people on your list demonstrated that characteristic, pick the person to whom you
were most strongly attracted by that characteristic.

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• If a single person demonstrated more than one strongly attractive characteristic, try to
find memories that demonstrate each of the characteristics separately. If you can’t do
that, you can use the same memory for all of these characteristics.

• The title of each Metastory should be the single strong attractive characteristic that
you’re focusing on. The associated memory should be one of the person you picked
demonstrating that characteristic.

• If that memory isn’t a true 10 in the context of the Perfect Partner you are seeking,
create an alternative that is a true 10. Often, you may have a memory in a completely
different context. For example, if your are seeking a romantic perfect partner, you
may want to include a characteristic from a business context or a sibling, parent or
child. When creating your alternative, simply put that characteristic into an
appropriate context using the approach I described in the visualization exercise that
starts on page 81 of How to Get Lots of Money for Anything – Fast.

3. Using the Objectives Process form, integrate the elements of your Wish List into an
appropriately formatted objective. Be especially careful in working with your
unconscious when you set the timeframe. Do not try to use a shorter timeframe than your
unconscious initially suggests.

Your objective should explicitly center around finding your perfect partner with the
defined timeframe. For example:

Within 6 weeks of August 20, 1981, I will have met and formed a close
relationship with a woman having the following characteristics: She will have a
slim waist, long dark hair, a nice figure and be no more than 5’ 6” tall. She will
have beautiful, loving eyes, a wonderful smile and a very enthusiastic personality.
She will be extremely smart and intelligent, a high achiever with great people
skills, a poet and someone who instantly connects with me and I with her… (I’ve
left out a lot of strongly attractive characteristics in this example that were
included in the actual objective.) Please make this happen in ways that are for the
highest good of me, her and of all others involved.

3. If, when you have created and prioritized your unconscious Target using the Target
Process, you have qualms or other blockers arise, first use the Super Achievement
Clearing Process to resolve that energy into creative ways to achieve your objective. If
the blocker feelings remain (and be very careful in checking for them), do Base
Reframings to fully resolve them.

The blockers that may arise during the Perfect Partner process can be very subtle, very
familiar. So, in searching them out, use your True 10 reference point to determine
whether what you experience when you focus on your End Point Success Image and after

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you have finished Time-Tripping, involves blockers. If it does, do the two-step process
noted in the preceding paragraph.

4. Be sure to do the complete job of prioritizing your unconscious objective, including

writing the Affirmation 25 times – or more if your unconscious tells you to do so. You
may not have to do all of the repetitions at one time. Check with your unconscious to see
whether you can spread the repetitions out – and, if so, how much. When checking with
your unconscious, use the same process as when you established the time frame for your
objective.

5. Be sure that you practice in accord with the instructions in Chapter Eleven of How to Get
Lots of Money for Anything – Fast. Be especially diligent in looking for blockers when
you note your progress in reaching each of the key elements.

That’s it. Of course, each time you meet someone who could conceivably be your Perfect
Partner, compare that someone with your list of key elements, a shortened form of which I’d
suggest you carry with you. In fact, when I set a Perfect Partner objective, I always carry several
copies of the key elements and, when I meet a possible candidate, I use it to record their name
(and other relevant information that will help me recontact them if I want) and the ratings on
each key element.

How I Invented the Perfect Partner Process and My First Experience of It in

Action.

It was August 19, 1981 and the intense fall sunlight totally filled my living room, seemingly
stretching it beyond its physical limits, caressing the large paintings with golden warmth, and
drowning out the sounds of traffic and businesses on Union Street. I sat motionless, smelling the
ocean and watching the fog as it slowly “ate” the Golden Gate Bridge. Soon it would creep
through the streets and sneak silently past my sixth-floor windows on pussy feet - or was it cat's
feet? (What poet wrote that? Linda would know.) The city soon would be shrouded in the cool,
foggy mystery of old Bogart flicks. And it would bring the muted smells and sounds of the city
along with memories of Linda. Even after six months, I missed her, the loneliness blanketing me
like the fog.

She was the beautiful red-headed poet, young and very sexy who was searching for direction
when I brought her to San Francisco. Three months into our relationship, she'd quit her
Congressional job in Washington, DC and taken a job with my Silicon Valley venture capital
friend who understood matters of the heart. That made things much simpler for me.

We'd spent three years living together part-time. It was full-time when I was in San Francisco
but my constant commutes around the U.S. and to Europe on behalf of the companies I ran cut
full-time to only ten days each month.

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One day, Linda went out shopping and never came back. She called that evening to tell me that
she'd moved in with Buzz, down the peninsula in Palo Alto. Buzz? She left me for a Buzz? I
bitterly ripped up a few of her things then carefully packed the rest and sent them to her. I finally
understood that her leaving reflected the hurt that she had hidden from me during our years
together.

She had always known about Suzanne and, later, Pat as well. I'd always been honest, at least
that's what I used to tell myself. But I now knew that tetrahedron-shaped relationships short-
changed everyone. That's my term for a situation where I'm on top and the three of them are in a
triangle on the bottom. At least I used to think I was on top but now I was realizing what it cost
me to use others in this way, buying them with loving, affection, and money. Oh yes, lots of
money. It was easy to buy women with money in those days. Take them to St. Laurent, spend a
five thousand dollars on them and they were hooked.

I hadn't set out to have three deep relationships, one in San Francisco, another in Washington,
DC and a third in London. But splitting my time between homes in those three places, Silicon
Valley, Western Europe from France to Germany, and stints in Maine, New York, Chicago, and
Anchorage while I ran three companies left a lot of empty time that I tried to fill with loving
people. And the loving people I met were almost always women.

But a deeper reason was that each of my three part-time partners had only a part of what I was
looking for. This way, I didn't need to try to change them into someone they weren't, I
rationalized.

You already know that Linda was beautiful, sexy, poetic, creative. She was also dependent and
devoted to me. Suzanne was sweet and strong, a very smart slightly "hillbilly" from Southwest
Virginia, loving, into self-development, and my guide into the world of spiritual matters. She
was also great at running my Washington consulting firm. Pat was a PR type, really great with
people, effective in jockeying a major London fashion house's public image. She was a
commercial designer, interior decorator, mature, fast-growing, and about to abandon the security
of her job and her beautiful flat in Hampstead to follow her long-time dream of living and
working in the South of France even though she spoke no French. A gutsy woman. I'd helped her
develop the courage to go.

I now realized that it was easy to identify what had drawn me to each of them and also to my ex-
wife and all my other relationships. It was nice to recall each of these sets of attractive
characteristics. So I sat there warmed by the afternoon sun, mulling over the richness of these
wonderful people who had each given me so much.

Suddenly a flash! I jumped up in excitement. Of course! Why had it taken me so long to see the
obvious. These people were pieces of a broken mirror reflecting something back to me. All I had
to do was to reassemble the looking glass. Then I could find the most beautiful in the land. Or at
least my perfect partner.

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From my 15 years of studying the human brain and mind and putting that knowledge into
practice through trainings and artificial intelligence devices, I knew that we can only see, hear,
and feel versions of what's already stored in our massive memory banks. Thus, I realized that
what had drawn me into each relationship was simply one facet of a preexisting unconscious
model of the one person I had really been seeking.

That made sense. Sure! That's why I had at first tried to change my partners. I intuitively felt
they weren't quite right but could be if they would only change this or that. Some tried and failed
while others told me to go to hell. They were the smart ones, holding onto their integrity for dear
life. Now I decided to partly follow their advice. I'd take a journey, not to hell but to my perfect
partner - wherever in the world she might be.

I was already an expert at creating and doing seemingly impossible things. I hadn't yet gotten to
the point where I could easily teach others to do the same but the process was intuitively clear.
Create a very powerful imaginary experience, clear and consistent from many different
perspectives, build up the energy around it, and then clear the way by changing things in my
unconscious mind.

Memories popped up. The time in 1969, just after my bankruptcy when I needed $2.5 million to
start a new venture and got it with one phone call to someone who didn't know a thing about me
at the start of the conversation. The one page letter I'd sent to Margaret Thatcher asking for a
contract which she'd given me two weeks later, never having even met me. Clients popping up
offering my a quarter of half million dollars a year for running companies part time.

Happy memories of long-forgotten successes crowded in and I became absolutely certain that I
could find my perfect partner by homing in on the preexisting model of her hidden in my
unconscious and using my normal success techniques to find someone who matched.

“Well, is it idea time or doing time,” I asked myself. Doing time, I decided. So I mentally
reviewed each of my past relationships to find what had so powerfully attracted me to each
person. In the next two hours, I covered romantic, business, friend, and familial relationships as
well as actresses and roles who had drawn me into movies, TV, and books. “Reflections, all of
them reflections,” I said to myself while taking notes.

When I finished, I had a list of 52 different characteristics ranging from thin-waist, loving eyes,
sexy-sensual, nurturing, and gently exotic to poetic, spiritual, very smart, high achieving, and a
teacher of new things and finally to someone whose heart, mind, and body wanted to be with me
and who triggered the same feelings in me. Next to each characteristic, I had listed a name and a
few words that reminded me of a relevant memory.

I felt tired and exhilarated at the same time. I got up, stretched, and noticed that it was dark so
turned on some lights and wandered through my brown-walled, black-ceilinged dining room
with the rock crystal candelabra that my gay decorator friend had done for me. I heard the fog

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horns, those beautiful massive beasts bellowing into the night. Brushing past Chloe, my eight
foot palm tree I said “Hello, sweetheart” while pretending to be Bogart and slipped into the
refreshingly green, white, chrome and cobalt blue kitchen. I realized I was hungry so I opened
the refrigerator door. Bottles of white wine and champagne filled the bottom shelf but the smell
of that beautiful, “return-it-if-you-don't-like-it” melon from Jurgensen's down on Union Street
filled the rest.

Melon, my stomach proclaimed. Taking my big butcher knife, I split its head with one blow. Out
spilled fragrant juice and seeds. Scooping out the debris was like shoveling sweet melon-colored
snow. And the first bite. So sweet, a yielding yet firm texture, and cold. No wine tonight, I
thought. I have more important work to do. So, putting both halves of the melon on a blue and
white Arabia plate, I shuffled back into the living room, prepared to reassemble the mirror that
would lead me to my perfect partner.

Funny how I remember everything about that night with such clarity. How easy it was to put the
pieces together. I just recalled each memory that demonstrated one of the 52 characteristics, used
the power of hindsight to move from reality to perfection, and anchored the result in my heart.

Anchoring. Oh yes, that's jargon. It's just a way of putting a red flag on something buried in your
unconscious so it doesn't get lost in the filing system. If you do a good enough job, your
unconscious mind stays focused on it all the time. So that's what I did, using a trick that I have
described elsewhere, the Inner Anchor Point. (You know about that.) Right now I want to
complete my story.

The next step was to have a little talk with myself. “Hello,” I said into my heart. “I've just
anchored 52 characteristics of my perfect woman. I'm sure you know the one I mean and have an
even better model of her than I do. So please use that knowing to put the pieces together and then
give me an imaginary experience of being with her. I'll give you feedback on whether we agree.
And please do that in ways that are for the highest good of me and of all involved.”

Sure enough, I soon had an amazingly realistic experience of being with my perfect partner. I
couldn't see her but she was right next to me. I was touching her, she was touching me, and it
was wonderful. A few things weren't quite right but it's easy to change them in a daydream so I
did. Now I couldn't imagine it getting any better. So I anchored the result in my heart and told
my unconscious to take me to this perfect partner in ways that were for my highest good and the
highest good of all involved.

I looked at the clock and was surprised that it was already after one in the morning. I realized
that I was exhausted so I dumped my snack dish in the kitchen and fell into bed.

The next morning, I'd forgotten the whole thing. I woke refreshed, peering out my never-covered
windows at San Francisco's morning beauty before showering and getting to work on the Sohio
venture down in smoggy Silicon Valley.

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.../...

A week later I was in my office at the venture. I'd taken a small, interior cubicle because I
wanted to keep the spotlight on the crew of prima donna geniuses I and the inventor-
entrepreneur had assembled to turn an “impossible” technology into a grand success. We had the
usual collection of expensive, Silicon Valley engineers who were headhunted weekly as well as
numerous other originals. One was a master at wet-chemistry semiconductor work who’d run an
underground anti-management newsletter at IBM. Then there was the Filipino macho-man who
had all the guys grasping their crotches with tales of his tribal initiation rites. But he could
produce spectacular results.

Our resident inventor spent late nights teaching me how to dowse for electrical cables while we
discussed spiritual and parapsychological matters. And his wife, our mother-hen held the rush
hour record from here to San Francisco, was a major factor in keeping our resident geniuses at
least partly under control. She was an American Indian and when she said “Move!” the traffic
parted like the Red Sea. No kidding! Oh yes, whenever her husband and I went on a business
trip, she could recount every pretty girl he'd looked at. Spooky. Oh well, everything in Silicon
Valley was spooky, I thought.

It was late and I was doing my usual review of the day. Next I would plan my monthly trip to our
potential licensees in Europe. Suddenly I slammed the desk. How could I have forgotten
Ericsson in Sweden? They'd certainly want to give us a few million dollars to co-develop our
technology. Quickly batting out a creative telex to them (yes, it was before email) and setting a
quick unconscious plan, I went back to my travel schedule. A couple of days later, right on
schedule they asked me to visit.

All I knew about Sweden was what Suzanne had told me after her starry-eyed return two weeks
late from leading one of our research projects there. “I love it,” she said. “The women are the
pickors and the men are the pickees.” We both laughed. Well, that wasn't enough to go on. Who
should I call. Oh sure, Annie in London.

I'd met Annie during an Insight training. That's a Southern California invention that helps you
learn to love yourself in a non-egoic way. On the first of the five days, we had to pick a partner.
Not knowing anyone there, I relied on gut feel and had made a good choice. Annie lived with a
director of British Steel, a fact that my marketing self filed for later use. More importantly she
was a great networker, the best I'd ever encountered. She'd be a natural to find Swedish
informants for me.

I got her first try. “Yeaasss,” she replied. There was Jan, a graduate of Insight living in Sweden
and he headed the Marketing Federation. She promised to call Jan. The next morning, I followed
her lead and called Jan, myself. We chatted for about 20 minutes during which I agreed to do
him a favor and he offered to be my host in Sweden.

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My travel agent was an ex-Czech fighter pilot who had stolen a fighter plane and escaped to the
West. (I’m not sure anyone’s normal in Silicon Valley.) Cheerful and ruthlessly efficient. “No
trouble,” he said when I explained my new travel plans. Then he bragged about his latest
accomplishment, clearing me on next Wednesday's Concorde from Washington to Paris. Being
one of Air France's most frequent Concorde travelers, I knew many of the crews and was looking
forward to eating my way through their three hour two-star meal from Washington to Paris.

Back to work. I wandered down the hall to see how Gib, our resident inventor was doing with
my program to reduce his time-to-invent from 3 months to 3 days. Not bad. We were already
down to 2 weeks. Pretty soon, he joked, we’d have on-demand inventing. I was pleased that he'd
gotten the point of the exercise and, forgetting all about Sweden, my perfect partner and the
Concorde, we started to pull together our newest list of things to be invented.

.../...

The stillness of the room was tangible as I stared into my partner's eyes. Two weeks had passed
and I was in the fifth day of an intense Spiritual training held in an old monastery in Connecticut.
For four days, we had been silent except when we were repeatedly asked to answer a single
question, “What do you want?” This had moved me deeper and deeper into myself and I was
looking forward to my next self-revelations.

Suddenly my partner's face seemed to dissolve and reform into another face. I was startled but
continued to focus inside and answer the question. This new face became more complete. Soon, I
couldn't remember my partner's original face. All I could see was the new one. She was pretty,
with very loving alive eyes and a kind of a strangeness about her mouth that was hard to
describe. It was nice. Then the finishing bell rang and the scene faded back to my partner's
original face.

.../...

I'd had a pleasant meeting at Ericsson but it was strangely unproductive. They'd spent most of
the time showing me how they were assembling their new computer-oriented daughter company
- we'd call it a subsidiary, from pieces of Ericsson, Alfaskop (a successful Swedish
entrepreneurial video display firm), and a part of Saab, the automobile and aircraft manufacturer.
“It won't work,” I thought prophetically and suggested that they hire me to help them integrate
the three radically different cultures. They declined both that and my licensing approach and I
found myself wondering why I'd bothered coming to Sweden.

Well, I thought, at least I’ll get a new experience tomorrow. Jan, my new Swedish friend who
headed the Marketing Federation had invited me to their annual conference consisting of lunch
with the Swedish King and a cocktail party afterward. Lunch with the King was OK. I'd never
met a King before. But a cocktail party? After successfully dodging these deadly events for the
past ten years, I'd agreed to one in Sweden? What was I doing? Well, it was too late to change so
I'd make the best of it.

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.../...

Oh nuts, I muttered as the cab driver climbed back in, allowing cold blasts to disturb my warm,
slightly smoky and sweet smelling back-seat nest. “This is the wrong Star hotel,” he said. “Why
didn't you tell me you wanted the one at the Mässe.” I did, I growled. No argument from him but
we were now going to be at least 20 minutes late for lunch. What do you do when you're late for
lunch with the King? Maybe he won't notice. I'll probably be at the other end of the table.

.../...

“You want to go in there?” the hotel manager asked with a slightly incredulous look on his face.
“But the King is already inside.” All the more reason to get in there, I thought and said, “Yes,
that's why I want to go in.” So he reluctantly opened the door and I walked in to a sea of
surprised faces. Jan jumped up and escorted me to a seat almost directly across from the King
who looked at me and yawned. He looked tired and almost exactly like my wimpy cousin Jerry.
Wasn't anything going to work here?.

My neighbor quickly excused the yawn by saying, “He just arrived from Chicago. He must be
tired.” And then continued in the we-follow-the-rules tone that I'd already learned to expect from
Swedes when correcting Americans. “It is impolite for anyone to enter a room after the King or
Queen. It's a mark of respect,” he said. I felt awkward. So I tried to think of Cousin Jerry across
the table instead of the King as I too intently focused on my lunch.

.../...

November in Stockholm is dark. Sun up at 9 and down at 3. It was already pitch black at 4 in the
afternoon as my taxi's snow tires hummed and crunched through the newly fallen layers. “This
palace is beautiful and old,” my taxi driver repeated for the second time in almost perfect
English. I was learning that all educated Swedes seemed to know English and missed no chance
to use it, especially taxi drivers. I watched the graceful blizzard encircling us in a gentle
maelstrom. Blue-green mercury lights alternately silhouetted the flakes and flashed against them.
The smell of fresh snow, lingering cigarette smoke, and darkness lent a surrealistic air. Suddenly
we stopped. Too suddenly for snow, it seemed. “It's found over there,” the driver noted in a
satisfied way. “That's one hundred forty kronor,” he said, adding the tip without asking me.
Probably assumed Americans were too ignorant to remember that it was the waiters you didn't
tip, not the taxi drivers.

“Over there” was a dark shadow in the night, approached via a snow-covered walk. My feet were
already wet and cold from the snow. Why hadn't I thought to bring boots? Too much California
living, I reasoned and it seldom snows in London. Only on the Friday evening before Christmas,
I remembered unhappily.

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I crunched my way to a large somber double door and rapped with a massive knocker. No
response. I waited. Finally, I opened the door and there was a magical change. Suddenly
everything was intense, warm brightness, mixed smells of food and perfume, with lots of people
and beautiful colors inside. That echoed the Swedes, I thought. Somber on the outside but warm,
enthusiastic, and loving once you got past that veneer.

There were lots of people inside, I later learned they numbered about a thousand. Cliches rushed
through my mind and I picked “packed in like sardines” in response to the smell of fish. A black-
suited butler took me to Jan who was presiding over the whole event, more regal than King
Jerry. “Hello, Stuart,” he said in heavily accented and very careful sing-song English. “I am
sorry, I can only spend a few minutes with you. But cocktail parties are easy for you, I am sure.”

Then he looked me in the eyes, breathed in sharply and noisily, punctuating the conversation
with the Swedish verbal exclamation point, and said, “You know, you really must learn Swedish
if you're going to do business here.”

“Doesn't he know that Americans are immune to new languages,” ran my thoughts as I surprised
myself by saying, “Only if I find my perfect partner here.”

Perfect partner? Where had that come from. I hadn't thought of her since Silicon Valley. He
ignored my remark, laughed a phony cocktail party laugh, and moved away. I was alone.
Hesitantly, I turned to the first of three immense rooms totally filled with people. At least I think
they were people. All I could see were backs.

I threaded my way through, looking for a face, someone I could talk to but there were only
backs. Eight hundred, a thousand, maybe more backs. A thousand and five including this group
of yellow jump-suited back. Fellini had nothing on this. Everyone was yelling to be heard,
making it so hard to hear that they started to yell louder, throats moistened by alcohol. I began to
feel a little desperate. Things got worse. I started gently poking some of the backs, trying to get
them to turn around. I tried to pry them apart so I could get into a crowd but they were glued
together. Soon I was really jamming backs with my elbows but no response. So I continued
walking, musing about the Black Sea parting before me.

…/…

“This is the third room,” I thought. “When I reach the end, I'll turn around and leave as quickly
as possible.” The far wall was only about 50 feet away and I felt a sense of loss at having found
absolutely no one to talk with, not a single face in the mass of people. Suddenly, the backs parted
to reveal a ten foot diameter space, completely empty but for a single woman in the middle. She
was wearing an unlikely black outfit with a leopard throw over the shoulder. Fake leopard as I
later realized. Her arms were crossed and she was looking at me with a why-did-it-take-you-so-
long expression.

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Well, a face is a face, particularly one that seems to notice me and is somehow a little familiar.
So I walked up to her. “Do you speak English,” I probed. She looked at me for an agonizing
moment and then smiled, “Yes.” So far so good. “Would you like a drink,” I heard myself
asking, and again the smiling yes. “White wine?” was my next literary masterpiece as I
wondered who was writing these masterful lines. “Why not together,” she replied and took my
arm. Her touch was strangely familiar. It was as if my body remembered her. “Maybe I'm her
pickee,” I mused to myself, remembering Jan's statement that in Sweden, the women are the
pickors and the men the pickees. Suzanne had said the same thing, I remembered.

White wines in hand, we sat facing each other on a couple of dinner-table chairs we'd swiped
from behind the bar. Our eyes joined in a strangely familiar way and our minds echoed each
others thoughts. “Hello. What took you so long,” I heard her say inside me. “I've been waiting
four lifetimes and four days. It's good to see you again, whoever you are,” she continued while
her mouth talked about her legal consulting work. “Hi to you,” I thought. “Where did we meet?
Do I know you and who are you?”

Suddenly, something jerked loose inside me and I realized that this was the face. The one from
the Connecticut Spiritual training. It was exactly the face. Then memories started crowding in.
Nonspecific ones, the coy ones that remind you of something but aren't labeled with time and
place. Our mouths continued to sing words about our outer lives while our inner bond grew
stronger. My heart felt open and very warm. The top of my head seemed to open with energy
flowing in and out. And our eyes passed megawatts of energy.

Everyone around us grew quiet. Their mouths moved, smiles flashed, empty glasses were
exchanged for full ones, and there was no sound except our inner and outer voices. “I finished
law and marketing school last year,” she said. “That's pretty remarkable,” I replied. “You must
be very smart and very determined.” She paused, then quietly said, “We Swedes aren't supposed
to talk big about ourselves. You're the first person I'm going to tell this to. I got perfect grades in
law school, perfect grades in marketing school, taught my professor's law school classes while he
was away for three months, was chosen as the top junior judge in Sweden, and just finished
remodeling an eight room apartment on Sveavägen.” High achieving I thought, definitely high
achieving and very loving. I realized I was checking her, Åsa, against my list.

That was her name, A with a circle over it, Å, S, A. I heard her saying that you pronounce an “A”
with a circle over as Oooh-Ah, a very short Ah, almost imperceptible to me but really humorous
to her as I tried my hand at it.

Soon I confirmed that she was a poet, she radiated Spiritual energy, was definitely thin waisted,
and had very loving eyes. I went through my mental perfect partner list. All 10's I purred to
myself, basking in the experience of having found her.

Then I heard, “My husband and I rebuilt the apartment ourselves.” Husband, I thought. I didn't
order any husband. That's wrong. This can't be her. I don't go out with married women. I became
confused and suggested that we get another drink.

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At the bar, we stood close to each other, my hand on the small of her back with a wave of
intensely warm energy pulsing back and forth. The bartender gave us our drinks and leaned
down to me. “You're American,” he proclaimed. I looked at him and noted that he was very
perturbed and slightly drunk. “My best friend was killed by the Russians during our army
maneuvers in the North. You have to do something about it. The Americans must help.” I looked
at him, thinking “Does Sweden touch Russia in the North?”

My hand automatically moved from Åsa to his shoulder. He was trembling with fear.
I looked into his eyes in a way I'd learned to do after my near-death experience some 13 years
earlier and caught a blast of his inner panic. “It's my job to help him,” I thought. “It's always my
job so I'd better get on with it.” I found myself focusing on him with the single-pointed intensity
I used in urgent situations. I felt myself sort of merging with him and lost track of time and Åsa.

“It's OK now,” I thought as I turned to Åsa a minute later. But she wasn't there. I walked swiftly
through the Palace looking for her. There weren't many people left and I realized that it had been
a lifetime of six hours since I'd met Åsa. I liked thinking her name but she wasn't anywhere. I
opened the front door but found only blackness and white flakes whirling in the light spilling out
onto the walk.

“Oh well,” I sadly thought. “It wasn't meant to be. Probably for the best,” I resignedly lied to
myself. I wandered upstairs, following a waiter's directions to Jan's office. He was there with his
otherwise married girlfriend, “Normal in Sweden,” he'd noted earlier. “She is not with you?”
Who? “Your new Swedish girlfriend, of course,” he smirked. “She's gone,” I said, feeling a
sadness in my heart and dropping heavily into a soft chair that smelled of leather and oil.

The now-sober and maybe-never-drunk bartender rushed in. “She's downstairs and looking for
you. You have to come,” he said grabbing my arm. I quickly followed him down the heavily
carved spiral staircase and there she was, Åsa, looking rather uncomfortable while her eyes
smiled, “Hello again.”

I took her arm. “Don't let her get away again,” a voice inside said. And she told me how she’d
decided to leave because things seemed too complicated, what with her husband and she'd never
had an extra-marital affair but was ready to go anywhere with me right now. My heart and body
said, “Yes!”

She continued, “You couldn't see me when you looked outside because I walked down to the
street and was looking for a taxi. None came. I should have called one but I just wanted to
escape because the attraction was too strong. Suddenly, it was as if a giant hand started pushing
me back to the house. I felt my feet dragging in the snow as I slowly moved backward. I wasn't
walking but I was moving. When I arrived at the door, it burst open and the drunken bartender
rushed out, grabbed me, pulled me in, all the time exclaiming that the American was looking for
me.”

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We sort-of hugged, arms around each other's waist and I suggested dinner the next night. Her
phone number? She couldn't remember. It kept getting scrambled so she wrote down her name
and address, agreeing to meet me at the Grand Hotel where I was staying. “Six PM,” she
reminded me, looked into my eyes and disappeared out the door toward the taxi that the
bartender had summoned.

…/…

The next day was busy and I didn't think about Åsa until I got back to the hotel at four. Then she
began to fill my thoughts. “My God, what does she look like?” I couldn't remember. “Why did I
set this up. It's all a mistake.” Well, there was no practical way of getting ahold of her. I didn't
know where she worked so I resigned myself to eating the fruits of my mistake. I asked the
Concierge to recommend a restaurant but not in the hotel. Hotel restaurants usually manage a
mystical combination of high prices and mediocre food. He suggested the Opera Cellar, Opera
Kellaren in Swedish, probably Stockholm's most famous restaurant and definitely the one with
the best wine cellar. That suited me. “At least I’ll get some good wines tonight,” I thought.

Six-fifteen and I took off my jacket. “I guess she's not coming,” I thought with a mixture of
sadness and relief. Just then the phone rang. “There's a Miss ------ here to see you,” the voice
said. “Who's that?,” said my inner narrator. “A miss Åsa ------.” “Tell her I'll be right down,” I
replied and slowly donned my suit jacket.

The elevator opened and I looked down into the lobby. No Åsa. At least none that I recognized.
Then a woman turned around and our eyes remembered. My heart shifted into happiness gear
and a smile moved onto my face. I moved toward her and we gently hugged. “Let's get out of
here quickly,” she said. “I've seen four of my classmates already. I couldn't remember what you
look like so I've been looking each man in the eyes and I'll bet some of them thought I was a
hooker.”

We moved out into the snowy street where I belatedly put on my coat and scarf. “Shall we walk
to the restaurant or take a taxi,” I asked hoping she'd pick the latter. My feet were cold. She
laughed and said, “Taxi? That's the restaurant there,” she said pointing at an elegant old building
with brightly-lighted windows just a block away, facing the water. She took my arm and guided
me there.

We entered, checked our coats, and moved into a magnificent room, large and high-ceilinged
with late nineteenth century tableaus on the wall. My eyes fixed on one with a red-headed
nymph who distinctly reminded me of Linda. The place was filled, mostly with businessmen
entertaining other businessmen and businesswomen. The rich wood moldings, wall-paintings,
and candelabras created a magical atmosphere. The menu was superb and expensive. But money
didn't matter, I was in one of my you-can-make-any-amount-you-want so why not spend it
phases. We ordered food. Nice wines too. It was excellent but much of its elegance was wasted
on us. We were again in our private world of connected hearts, eyes, minds, and memories. It
seemed that we were radiating something because everyone around us was tenderly smiling.

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Soon it seemed as if the whole room was peering at us, or maybe at our aura of seemingly
perfect loving.

We ordered soufflés with creme anglés for desert and I picked my favorite desert wine, the
elegant and very expensive Chateau d'Yquem. Our waiter made sure Åsa saw the price. She
handled it quite well. Desert was wonderful, the wine matched our loving, and dinner was over.
We gave the waiter the rest of the Chateau d'Yquem.

I guess it made quite an impression on him because he remembered us clearly when we returned
a year later, married, to celebrate the anniversary of our magical meeting.

Summary

I’m not suggesting that you’ll have as magical experience finding your perfect partner as I did –
but maybe you will. Seeming miracles are nice.

In any case, if you follow the instructions and avoid the pitfalls described in Chapter Eleven of
How to Get Lots of Money for Anything – Fast, chances are almost 100 percent that you’ll find
your perfect partner.

Enjoy the process – and drop me an email when you find them.

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