Not only was this not what happened with my husband of 31+ years, I don't believe in it, nice as it sounds.
I'm not trying to constantly talk about sex but it's going to sound a little like that now as I tell you that the first impressions of my husband were that of lust.......he was good looking, had a nice body, and a sly smile, I figured we'd eventually have great sex.
Because I wasn't the kind of girl that went out with just anyone who asked, it was "I" that checked him out once he asked me out, I wanted to know if this stud could be trusted. I was told he was tame, yeah right! Well, the first date with him was anything but enjoyable and those sexual thoughts went right down the drain/toilet, he was BORING. I managed to trudge through the date bad as it was and convinced I wouldn't spend another hour with this man - EVER.
Surprisingly, he asked me for another date and without wanting to sound like a total bitch, I accepted, knowing all too well that it wasn't going to happen.
The date came and there I sat at my apartment feeling like a total mean bitch, the guy was dull, boring, but he wasn't a bad guy and he was good looking.........he came to the door and when no one answered after about 10 minutes of trying, he left.
I continued to feel horrible, after all, this was the first time I had stood up a date.
So, I went to his apartment the next evening hoping to find him there, he was. I made up some excuse for standing him up the night before and apologized profusely.
What do they say - the rest is history.
It wasn't love at first sight, it was lust though and eventually it was like, and then love but real love took years to develop, long after we were married.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?
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Awesome story, MamaFlo! I've heard some love at first sight stories that I've believed, but that hasn't been my own experience. I think Tom might say differently, but that's his story to tell, and I may be wrong. And arrogant. Or something :) Still, this was sweet. I'm glad you found happy. Happy is awesome.
I must say that the person I had love at first sight with is not the person I ended up marrying and loving completely. Funny, isn't it?
I do believe in it. I've always been shy and went out clubbing to drink and dance and that's all. My mates all went out looking for girls but I didn't even waste my energy on that; I knew I'd never approach a girl and talk to her anyway. However, one night we met up with friends of friends and I'd been told in advance that one of my mates fancied this girl who was going to be turning up - a cousin of another friend. I'm not sure why but when she turned up I was at her side all evening, effectively shielding her from any advances from anyone else. We just talked, all the while me making sure nobody else could. To be honest I still can't believe that was me back then. Anyway, that was 13 years ago and we're still together and getting married later this year.
I don't believe in first sight at all. I believe in a connection, sure. But love... no.
When I met Jan I thought he was an arrogant asshole. It turns out I was right! Once I got to know him though, I was let in on so many of his other great qualities.
I believe in it. I remember that as soon as I saw my first boyfriend I knew 'things would be alright', I didn't fall in love straight away, but just knew we would end up together.
You don't know how important this post is to me right now. :-)
I have a girlfriend who is in the middle of a deep love-at-1st-sight experience. She is head over heels. She asked me to tell her my romantic story. hmmmm. welllll. When I saw That Guy, all I wanted to do was have sex with him. Secondarily, he is brilliant, and I had been sorely missing intelligent conversation in cowboy land Arizona. So, a tight compact body and a nice ass in his torn tight jeans and an amazing brain, was a huge turn-on.
But love at first sight? nah. He had been destroyed by the brutal ending of his marriage, and he was too shut down to love. But hang out together we did. Enjoy each other we did.
I'm kind of glad we had no bashful, batting eyes, sloppy cards and bunches of flowers. That all seems so ephemeral to me. Old fashioned lust and interesting talk and good books seem much more grounded.
Besides, the romance fades, and then you're left with the stinky comfortable human with whom you share your fears and hopes. That can last much, much longer.
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