I found this out on my way back from Amish Iowa while munching on fresh cheese curds. It kinda took me aback. I mean, who really believes in love at first sight?? And in the "Fireworks, bells and whistles electricity" sort of way?
I guess my dad does. Because that's how he described it.
My parents have been in love for 30 years. Next week is their 30th anniversary. The thing is they're still in love with eachother, madly in love. It wasn't uncommon for me growing up to walk into the kitchen and find my parents making out. Yeah, a little gross and slightly disconcerting. But life hasn't always been easy on my parents. They've had to deal with cancer twice, my dad going partially blind, living in the Philippines, and well the list goes on. I've never heard my mom complain about my dad and I don't think I've really seen them argue in front of me. All I've ever seen is their love.
And the thing is, it's what I want to strive for. I never want to settle for second best or even third. I don't want third string junior varsity, I want the starter on varsity. In other words, I want the best. I look at alot of relationships around me and I see them settling. Scared that they'll never find their soulmate, they go with the warmest body around.
Most of the guys in the general population I find pretty boring. The do the same things, like the same things and are pretty predictable. Maybe that's why I'm drawn to the off-beat guys who do their own thing. They have stories about their adventures and I'm drawn to an adventurous guy who isn't always constrained by society's norms. I like different.
So to sum it up, I don't believe in love at first sight mainly because I've never felt that way before towards anyone.
Maybe it does exist. Or maybe, like most things, it develops slowly over time getting richer and better.
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That's awesome that you've grown up with parents who are so in love with each other! I, too, don't believe in love at first sight. It is something that grows deeper over time in my experience.
I really don't know if I believe in love at first sight or not. Truthfully, I've felt it, but it really turned out to be an infatuation that ended very badly. Maybe love at first sight is an infatuation that, by some stroke of the miraculous, ends well? But the reality is that most infatuations do end poorly, which is why the word has such a negative connotation.
With Marco and I, it definitely was not love at first sight. In fact, I hated him at first because my ex (who I had the infatuation over), told me that he was in love with Marco, thus crushing any hope I ever had of being with said ex. So yes, I did want to track Marco down and kill him for a little while, but after actually talking to him and him persuing me, hate turned into love. I later realized that I hated the idea of him, not him as a person.
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