When LOVE Comes To Town...When Did YOU Know You Were In It?

In My Humble Opinion
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Ok, my friends…I have met THE guy.

THE one I see myself wanting to explore the rest of a lifetime with.

THAT one.

We’ve dated for a very short time, but we are completely wrapped in one another, and mutually enjoying every second we spend together. We are kind and generous friends to one another, we are playful and tantalizing lovers, we are fellow travelers, we are fellow readers, we are fellow movie-goers, we are exercise partners, we are loving parents to each of our sets of children from first marriages, we both cook, we both write a little bit, we both sing. This is so good, it aches!

But I have not quite actualized that shining moment when I admit freely to him, and to myself, that I am in love.

So I’m asking: WHEN did that shining moment occur for you? Early along, or well into things? During a sunrise, after an excellent meal, in a tent on a mountaintop, at a family gathering, or under the Christmas tree? When, in short, did you KNOW without a doubt, and for the first time with your beloved, that you were in love?

And how did you tell him/her?

Romance it up for me today, ok?

–Happy Beck

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Ooh. You want it romanticized? You don’t want me posting a story about my previous love, then.

I’ll tell it anyways.

Um, well, she was my first. That helped. She was also pretty. Big boobs, too. She seemed (and was) pretty cool and wasn’t a total be-otch, at least not in the beginning. Eventually, she went (almost literally) nuts and left me and broke my heart. Then she wanted back in and I said no. I’m glad I did, because I think she got married to the next guy and afterwards, I saw all the bad things and signs that I tried to cover up via explanation during the relationship.

Or…um…we were traipsing across a daisy patch…and our gazes intertwined like a wrought iron fence. And.um…her eyes! They were like…um…what color were they again? brown? And…being brown, they reminded me of…acorns.

Yes, acorns.

And her kiss was like the touch of a million fluffy things all touching one part…at once…and doing said touching in a feverish manner.

The butterflies! When I saw her, I was all happy and had the flutterbies in the stomach. And things were good, and Sunshine Roamed the land and crawled in between the eyelids of every peasant in the dale.

It was good.

Until it was bad. Then it wasn’t so good anymore.

Yeah. Bad.

Did that help?

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I can help with when I told her I loved her. We were just kinda laying there and I was on top of her (perfectly innocent, I sware it was at the time).
She actually said it first, and apparently I looked slightly shocked. She thought it was a mistake at that point, but I assured her it wasn’t, because I was going to say the same thing at the same time. My mouth had just started to open to say the same thing, but she beat me to it.
There…is that cuter for ya?

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Sounds like a Meat Loaf song. :wink:

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We were having sex, and she blurted it out. Not wanting to [del]stop having sex[/del] spoil the moment, I said “I love you, too”. Well, at least I was honest. We’ve been married almost 11 years and have three kids. :smiley:

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Love has never come to my town.

I’m serious. I have met many women I’ve been interested, and a few times women have been interested in me, but only once or twice have the two happened at the same time, when both parties were available, and none of those times have led to “Love”. To be honest, I’m not even sure that it’s real. I mean, I know plenty of people who have fallen in love, gotten married, had kids, etc, so I know that it happens, but something about that intense interpersonal connection eludes me.

I must be a mutant.

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I think I found the one. I can’t say that I have ever felt the way about this one as I have others. She is cute, the girl next door type, funny, intelligent, we share similar values (though she is religous and I am not, it isn’t “in your face” religious), she is goofy like myself, we share similar tastes in music, tv, movies, and exercise.

We have only been seeing each other for a few days shy of a month now. I think I realized I might love her after the first week and a half. Sudden, I know, but in that time we went on 6 dates and talked every day on IM and emails. I am pretty certain now, after like 12 dates and nearly a month that I do love this girl. I have expressed myself to her as such, but she is more cautious about her feelings. It is exclusive on both ends, the dating, but we have not gone into that boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet, and I am not sure when is a comfortable time to broach the subject.

I think she is the one. I have two years of college left, she has one, it isn’t going to be a quick race to marriage, but the feelings are coming quick.

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Mutants are often very stimulating, you know. I think I’ve loved one or two of them in my time.

I have a friend very much like you. He is capable of sustaining a friendly, fun, and even sexual relationship, and he definitely LIKES the about-three women he has ever been involved with, but he just cannot bring himself to fall in love with them. Couldn’t care less about romance, wining and dining and looking deeply into her “acorn-colored” eyes… Yet I know he absolutely loves me, as a friend, and is even passionate in his friendship with me, not in a sexual manner, of course, but cares about my day-to-day existence. I keep hoping it is a matter of meeting the “right” one for him…but he isn’t getting any younger and just doesn’t seem to be interested in living out “my” romantic fantasies for him. Damn him anyway!

I have no advice for you, love is a highly personal thing, and if you are contented otherwise, then it’s no sin to never have felt what some of the rest of us would call love. It certainly exists for me, tho I am not quite there yet in this wonderful relationship. I do expect to be. Which’ll open me up to be hurt like Least Original User Name Ever. But them’s the breaks.

I’ll think about that possibility-- tomorrow…

–Beck

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When he held my hand through an entire incredibly agonizing 8-part biopsy after my OB/GYN found lumps in both my breasts.* The whole time I screamed with pain and nearly broke his hand clutching it. While I took short breaks between passes to sob uncontrollably, he tried to lighten the mood by telling me if he ever had an appointment to get kicked in the nuts repeatedly I totally owed him one.

Wub.

Ironically, at the time we were not “dating” or whatever. We were kind of… um… “fuckbuddies” as the saying goes. It wasn’t the hot seXXor that made me love him. It was seeing the kind of person he was when the chips were really down.

*they were benign in case anyone’s worried. :slight_smile:

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I think I’m gonna use that one when someone asks about my last relationship.

In my current relationship, it took about five months for me to know, and seven months for me to tell her. It probably would have been sooner, but the early months of our relationship were spent in separate parts of the country. We spent the whole summer talking, with a couple of visits. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with her once she had returned to town. It took me a while to tell her, though. I wasn’t sure if I was in love or just crazy. It turns out it was both. :smiley:

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We were doin’ it. :smiley: We had been dating like two weeks or so, had worked together and been friends a few months. I blurted it out, he thought a moment or two, and blurted it back. Later I asked him why it took him a moment, and he said he was trying to figure out if he loved me because he needed me, or needed me becuase he loved me. He decided on the second, that was a year and a half ago, and we’re married almost a year now!

Eveybody–Aaaaaww!

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You’re welcome! I’m a fountain of wisdom, I tells ya. There’s even a thread dedicated to it.

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Yeah, it sucks to get a broken heart, but they happen when big relationships crumble. Such is life. Hopefully, I won’t have to put up with it when I meet my next ex.

Mutants get extra appendages. They can come in handy. Just sayin…

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This is true.

I suppose it could be said that even pain is better than apathy. If one lives, one must feel.

Well, with users around here with names like kawaiitentaclebeast, that’s not surprising. :slight_smile:

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Yeah, I was pretty sure on our first date. I know that seems silly and sentimental, but I’d known him for a few months online first, and the way he acted when we finally met just proved to me that I had found something very very good.

I said** it** first, of course, being female and all. Sadly, I was drunk. I hate the cliché, but there you go. We were partway through our trip to Europe, in Prague, in bed, very very drunk off Czech beer and absinthe, and I said it. He returned the favor just before we both passed out.

The next morning when I got him alone (we were traveling with friends), I mentioned that what was said last night was sincere despite the fact that the words were swimming in absinthe. And he said the same.

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When did I know? When a guy I’d crushed on for a while finally made a move, and I turned him down without any regrets or second thoughts. Then I KNEW that my honey was the one.

When did I tell him? About 5 months after we officially started dating, we were watching a beautiful fireworks display from an apartment balcony … it was very romantic and I wanted to tell him then but chickened out. Finally I told him afterwards while we were … um … in bed. He replied in kind.

Yay!!! Love rules!!! :slight_smile:

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Mr. Lissar said it to me.
I think we had been friends for two weeks. I was unhappily engaged at the time, but too young and stupid to know how to extricate myself. A couple of weeks later we were walking together in some woods (we are both long walk type people), and I knew that I was in love with him. I broke up with my fiance the next day, and a month later Mr. Lissar and I started dating.

It was messier than that, of course, but that’s how it happened. We’ve been together for seven years (I think. It might be eight) and married for three and a half of them.