Have you ever fallen in love at first sight? Or did you ever think you had? Either way, how did it work out? Did you actually hook up with the object of your affections? Did it last?
(I haven’t, I’m just curious because, out of professional interest as a public librarian, I’ve been reading romance novels lately. Apparently they account for 34.6% of all popular fiction sold in North America. And they often involve LAFS.)
Kinda. The first time I saw the future ex-Pricegal-to-be, I felt something. There was just something about her. She was so cool. She carried herself in a very special way. I wouldn’t call it love at first sight, and it wasn’t lust at first sight, but it was definitely fascination at first sight.
No.
However, I do know a couple who did, and who are still happily married almost 40 years later.
I’ve never experienced love at first sight with a human. For me, human love involves appearance to such a small degree that I can’t imagine that love at first sight would ever happen to me. Lust, maybe, but not love.
However, the first time I saw this cat, I fell in love. I knew I wanted her without even getting to know her first.
I was not disappointed. Susie is the sweetest, funniest, most affectionate kitty ever.
More like recognition for me: “Hey who is that girl talking to my sister…somehow I know her,
but why is that?”
Only later as we interacted quite a bit did the connection (which always seemed in retro-
spect like it was there from the beginning) become more obvious: we always seemed to be
on the same wavelength, finishing each other’s sentences, having the same thoughts, etc.
But alas I acted like an ass, pushed her away, and it eventually fizzled out, but was amazing
there for awhile.
Yes and it was incredibly weird. Met her and exchanged numbers, agreed to go out. I called, then came to pick her up. She came down the stairs and I was transfixed. About half-way throught the meal, a thought - so clear and honest that it felt like an outside voiced - flatly stated “you’re going to marry her.” I spent the rest of the night in an internal dialgue along the lines of: “really? but you don’t even know her! Doesn’t matter. I may not like her. Doesn’t matter.”
We walked around and ended up on some stairs - I think on Seminary in Chicago. I kiss her and literally got the whole Peter Brady skyrockets thing - which I was observing in an arm’s-length way, fully aware of how rare and real this was.
Been 16 years together, married 14. Still can’t explain it.
Am I the only person here who does not understand the phrase, ‘the whole Peter Brady skyrockets thing’. And is ‘literally’ being used correctly here? Any and all illumination welcome.
In answer to the OP, it’s happened to me at least twice, and maybe more. In both cases that spring to mind, a happy and fulfilling relationship did ensue, though not necessarily of the last-forever-and-ever kind.
As I think of it, it’s based on BB episode where Peter is wondering about Love at First Site and whether he’ll see it when kissing Millicent (played by one of the Melissa Sues from Little House, IIRC). She’s sick, but they kiss and he sees them.
The use in my real-life tale is that when I kissed her, it felt like a thousand exploding bombs and soft rose petals, all at the same time. I am NOT a touchy feely guy, so this was bizarre. I went with the Peter Brady analogy in the hopes that general knowledge of the reference would hold the day…
Had it happen to me four years ago. After some emails and a phone call, I arranged to get together with my date (our first) for a late breakfast. When I saw her, I had the strongest feeling of “Wow, she’s too good to be true.” I started falling in love with her right then, but I was sure it was doomed because things like this don’t tend to work out for me. After twenty minutes of talking over brunch, I was hopelessly in love but waiting for the other shoe to drop–there had to be something I was missing or didn’t know.
But the other shoe never dropped, and we’ve been happily married for almost three years.
Yes, I met My Guy almost 19 years ago, and we’re still together. But it took me a while to accept the fact that he felt the same way I did.
Sorta, for Priceguy’s values of sorta.
I ducked into the local gaming store one rainy January night to see who was around, and the place was packed, hard to get in anywhere. Sitting on the floor not far from the front of the store were a couple of blond guys playing a CCG, and since I couldn’t get closer in to the store to see if there was anything I knew, I watched them play for a while.
And one of them was … interesting. I couldn’t say what or why he fascinated me, but he did. He was also clearly a smugly arrogant SOB – after winning one game, he put his cards in his box and said, “Okay, what deck should I beat you with now?” Heh.
But interesting.
I hung out at the game store regularly, but he didn’t show up again for a couple of months. Still interesting. Also had a girlfriend. Well, damn.
In the long run … we’ve been together for twelve years (next month) and married for six (come December).
Yep. I was at the bar of a dance club in Chicago (Neo, the one the club in The Matrix is basically a duplicate of - also has a longstanging bartender named Trinity. I can guess where the Wachowski’s used to hang out. But I digress…). So I get my drink, turn around and move about four feet to the top of a tiny flight of stairs that lead down to the dance floor. And I suddenly stop, and there’s this guy dancing and he suddenly stops and looks up at me, standing completely still on the dance floor and (I swear, I’m not making this up) one of the spotlights that sweeps randomly over the dance floor just lights him up and stays there, no longer sweeping like it’s supposed to.
And I knew, right then, that I was going to marry him. Like WordMan, I argued with myself over it for quite a while, but 18 months later we were married. Been married 6 years now.
His version of the story is that he was just minding his own business, dancing away, when he happened to glance in the direction of the stairs, and then he froze, and all he could look at was my eyes. The rest of the bar just melted away and he couldn’t hear the music anymore, and he couldn’t look away. He, too, knew that he was going to marry me, although he’d never even dated anyone for more than 6 months.
It was a seriously Fred and Ginger moment.
"Our bloodshot eyes met across a smoke filled bar room. I knew as I sat there and watched her down her seventh shot of tequila; that THIS was the girl for me.
Then I woke up sober the next morning, took one look at her leather worn face and realized: This definitely, was NOT love at first sight."
Yup, I fell madly in lurve with a fella, everything started moving in slo-mo and I swear I could hear Angels singing. I couldn’t breath properly and could hear [between the Angels] my heart pounding… I thought “I’m going to marry him”
Long story short. I didn’t.
Not me, but my brother. They were both at a lecture at the Royal Institution.
Same basic story for me.
I first saw her across the room & somehow she was immediately fascinating. She wasn’t real pretty, more nondescript really, but there was something else intangible that kept my attention. I debated with myself the rest of the night, wondering why I was fascinated when at that time in my life I valued appearance over everything else as a first-cut discriminator. Never did work out a satisfactory answer to that.
Anyhow, a few minutes later we were chatting about nothing much at all. No fireworks, no “I’m gonna marry her come hell or high water!” moments. It just seemed so natural and comfortable, not like the usual awkward sparring that had been my experience with early-stage male-female relationships.
This happened when we were both in our late 20s, so this wasn’t just two clueless kids.
We’ve now been married 18+ years with several years before that of intermittent relationship caused by career moves. I suspect in retrospect that it was all but decided during that first fateful meeting.
Yep.
My first day of work at a public library, there was this guy over toward the corner, and there was just something about him. Something was uniquely special and different about the way he stood and stared, as he waited for his ride. I knew in my bones that we were alike.
We’ve been married for 18 years so far.
Happened once. Tried to get it to go somewhere, didn’t work out for various reasons and haven’t seen her since. Think about her now and then. Often wonder how things would be if it did work out.
I always feel an attraction at first sight with someone I’m going to get involved with, but I don’t think of it as “love.” Love takes a lot more than that for me. Chemistry, sparks, lust, fascination, yeah, I’ve felt those.
When I met my current boyfriend, I knew I wanted to be with him the first time I heard him laugh, about 15 minutes into the first date. We’ve been together since that date with nary a hesitation or waver, so hey, maybe there is something to it. I’m still reticent to call it “love at first sight” because I’ve used the word “love” to describe things that were, in retrospect, not love, too many times. I guess I’d call it “connection” at first sight and leave it at that, but that’s just my hang up, probably.
Short answer, Yes…second longer answer is to painful even after several years to relate…honest>
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