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Love At First Sight

Love at first sight |

Love at first sight seems like the opening act of a romantic comedy movie. I suppose it happens in real life. Didn’t go that way for me, but maybe it did for you.

The first time I saw my love — we were about twelve years old — I wanted to run in fear. He’d just blown up a bullfrog in a window well by shoving fireworks down its throat. Later, while my cousins and I posed in our new two-piece swimsuits, he photobombed us. Nothing says romance like a stuck out tongue and devil horns forever preserved on an Instamatic photograph. Then he chased us around the yard spraying us with a garden hose.

My second look was in high school when he swallowed live goldfish at a party. I took notice. Four medium fish in under a minute. Impressive.

The third look sent me over the Moon. As we walked to the gym together, and just before I agreed to go out with him, a track teammate ran by and whipped down my future husband’s gym shorts to the cheers of several onlookers, including the principal’s secretary.

Eventually my love stopped blowing up frogs and bought a decent belt, but he still gets a thrill  from blowing shit up. I chalk it up to a guy thing.

But the thought of love at first sight isn’t just for tender young hearts.

Who hasn’t fallen, and fallen HARD, for a shiny red Mustang convertible? An heirloom diamond ring with the perfect setting? A two-story shingled house with an ocean view?

Time, and a strong second look, always brings us back to reality. The dent in the rear quarter. The flaw in the stone. The crumbling foundation.

It’s easy to fall in love when our eyes are blinded by the initial rush of want. The impulse to say ‘yes’ without due scrutiny often leads to disappointment or worse, regret.  When newness fades and the sheen and sparkle becomes dull and cloudy, we question our decisions. Again.

Maybe the problem isn’t with the first attraction but the willingness to stick with the choice and go the distance AFTER the shiny thing fades.

Fix the dent and enjoy the car as she was meant to be. A flaw in an heirloom is a grandmother’s history. With attention (and a boatload of cash) even a shaky foundation can be fixed but the location cannot.

It’s not necessary to compromise or set lower standards; a point I considered on several occasions before dating then marrying, the Frog Murderer.

Sometimes it’s best to use that second (or third) look to save yourself from aggravation, pain and financial ruin. Other times, it takes a second or third look to appreciate the potential of the gem you missed on the first go around.


Original graphic: Stephanie DelTorchio
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