once up a time, a dirty musician boy met a pixie version of Angelina Jolie girl. the night they met she went home and told her mom, “i just met the man i’m going to marry.” i don’t think he even made it home before he called me and said the same thing.
…that he was going to marry her, not that he found a dude to marry. just so we’re clear, North Carolina.
they celebrate their 3rd anniversary at the end of this month and still appear to really super duper like each other. it’s kinda gross.
the question is…
love at first sight? danged lucky? ordained by God?
i think they might say it’s a big love pie of all of it. and it’s delicious.
me? i’m not willing to say love at first sight doesn’t exist, but i am willing to say it is unlikely. like, by a lot. i have run into too many broken hearts with “love at first sight” stories to not be sipping on a giant glass of “probably not”.
here’s my theory:
1. instant mutual attraction – call Junior year because chemistry is about to happen up in here. it is not uncommon for two people to find each other attractive. it is less common for those two people to have an instant connection and the time and circumstances to create something more from that initial “i like your face”.
2. can’t get enough – your whole world begins to revolve around when you’ll get see that person next. it will probably annoy your friends.
3. short trip to “i love you” – those three little time bombs drop way faster than ever before. you can’t hardly wait to say them.
4. the 100 meter dash to matrimony – Usain Bolt couldn’t beat you down the aisle. ido!ido!ido!
and then it’s over.
she ends it. you end it. doesn’t matter. it’s done. mercifully, it’s usually right before the wedding. which sounds horrible, but is really dodging a hollow point.
no more raging chemistry, no more revolving around your own personal sun, no more love at first sight.
but you were SO sure!
i know. but it was too much, too fast, too everything and the other person figured it out before you did.
don’t get me wrong, there might have been love, but not the kind that ends up holding hands while cruising in matching rocking chairs. that kind of love usually takes time to build. a life worth of time.
can lightening strike and it’s the real thing? sure. it happens. we call those people lucky and we hate them. it’s just how it is. for most of us, we are the Yertle to their Bugs Bunny. it’s neither fair, nor unfair. it just is. and frankly, us Yertles, have a better shot at the long haul.
do i think Dirty Musician and Pixie Jolie have the real deal? oh yes, yes i do. they are two people who understand the hard work of relationship and have some serious depth. and they got lucky. and we hate them.
unlike Craig and i. when i told him what i was writing about, this is what happened:
me: i’m writing about love at first sight.
c: oh! like us!
me: no. not like us. there was many of years of sight.
c: before we finally decided to settle.
what do you think? love at first sight, yay or nay?
ever experienced it? did it work out?