I never thought I would fall in love. After all, I was twenty six years old and hadn’t yet. No puppy love, no major crushes, nothing.
I figured that, if I ever did get married, I’d just have to love my husband like a friend. I figured that maybe I just didn’t have it in me to have that sappy, romantic, love feeling that all the movies went on about.
I was wrong.
When I first met him, something changed. For the first time, ever, I felt attracted. It wasn’t anything I immediately noticed. It was like gravity or magnetism; subtle but strong. I wanted to sit closer to him; I even wished he’d hold my hand. And all this on the first date!
Let me explain a bit. After a long dating drought, I decided to try online dating. I did want to get married eventually, and I figured that finding a guy online was just as good, if not better, than running into one at the store or something. This way I could at least weed out the creeps before I went out with them. I talked to a bunch of guys and went on first dates with a handful. He was number five.
I really didn’t think anything would come of it; maybe a fun conversation. He was entirely too cocky and a bit of a know-it-all, it seemed, though we did agree on the big things. I figured that he’d be good for a laugh.
When I approached the restaurant he was waiting outside, sitting in a patio chair.
Though his profile pictures were terrible, I recognized him from his red hair. Then he stood up. I almost fled, right then. Somehow, the notation of his height on his profile had escaped my notice. He was so tall; terrifyingly tall next to my compact figure.
We greeted each other and I couldn’t help but blush a bit as he stared at me. All through dinner, he continued to impress me.
Not with his words, but rather with his quickness and attention. I’d never met a guy who could carry on more than one conversation at a time.
After we’d both finished eating and the wait staff glared in our direction for the fourth or fifth time, we agreed to go out to the porch and continue talking. There was just something, something that made me not want to leave.
We got to the porch and I was faced with a decision. Sit in the chairs, or on the couch? I chose the couch and gestured for him to sit next to me. He sat with a grin. I talked, gesturing and looking up at the stars. Every time I glanced over at him, he was staring at me.
“What?” I finally asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your profile pictures don’t do you justice,” he said quietly.
I blushed and stuttered out a thanks, continuing my conversation. The whole time I spoke, I played with the hem of my shirt. I wanted, so badly, to take his hand, but I didn’t know why. What was it about him that made me react like that?
It didn’t really hit me until I was driving home. Attraction. I was attracted to him! This was an entirely new concept for me.
But attraction doesn’t make love. Love is a decision; one I fought. I fought the feeling because of fear.
For someone to go from an entirely practical view of dating and relationships to being swept away by emotion, attraction, and just a perfect fit was inconceivable. And yet it happened, for all my struggles.
On our profiles, we both said we’d have to date for at least a year or two before we even thought of marriage. Six months at least before confessing love. A few months before even kissing.
We kissed after just a few dates. We confessed our love after two months. He asked me to marry him after four.
It is true. All the movies and television shows and books. Love can work like that. It can strike when you least expect it.
You don’t have to push yourself to find love. When love comes, it will make itself known in no uncertain terms.
Like lighting, love is unpredictable, blinding, and you definitely know when you’ve been struck.
Author Bio
Nancy Parker was a professional nanny and she loves to write about wide range of subjects like health, Parenting, Child Care, Babysitting, nanny background check tips etc. You can reach her @ nancy.parker015 @ gmail.com.
