We’ve all heard those romantic stories of love at first sight. We might even have read one or two or six novels where the hero or heroine falls tail-over-top in the first sixty seconds.
Perhaps, you’ve written one too, and naturally the hero and heroine live happy-ever after.
I don’t know anyone who fell in love quite that fast, but my hubby asked me to marry him just over two weeks after we met and we’ve been married for over thirty years. He said he knew the minute he saw me singing in church, he’d marry me.
My cousin’s hubby asked her to marry him on the first date, and they were happily married for over twenty years until she died of cancer. I have another friend whose sweetie proposed after six weeks.
Not quite love at first sight, I’ll agree, but still something happened pretty darn quick!
So, is love at first sight just a myth? Or is it real?
It’s in the eyes and face. Love is triggered through eye contact while lust is generated by ogling other attributes.
We can almost instantly determine our attraction to another person which sets the pleasure center of our brains to tingling. In some cases, a couples’ initial attraction is so intense, it leads to long-term relationships.
Surveys have shown that almost 60% of Americans believe in love at first sight and almost half of us, have experienced it. Those that believe in the phenomenon also believe their love is enough to overcome almost any obstacle.
Sigh. Sounds just like a romance novel doesn’t it?
In A Kiss for Miss Kingsley, a short story I’ve written for a 2015 Valentine anthology, my hero and hero fall for each other hard. He proposed after two weeks too.
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Allen took Oliva in his arms, his stance too near to be considered wholly respectable.
He began circling them about the room, shoulders stiff, jaw clenched, and coolly silent.
Why had he asked her to dance when he obviously struggled as much with her close proximity as she did his?
She should never have come.
Such utter foolishness to think something might be salvaged of their love. She’d endure this dance with some semblance of dignity, and afterward, she’d make short work of finding Bradford and Aunt Muriel, and they’d bid their hosts a hasty farewell.
Silence, awkward and heavy, loomed between Olivia and Allen.
Nibbling her lower lip, she strove for something sensible to say, but all coherent thought had vanished when he touched her.
His hand upon her back branded her with possessive heat, and each time his thighs brushed her gown, her legs responded by going weak in the knees, ridiculous things.
She concentrated on counting, one, two, three, one, two, three, in an attempt to keep her mind occupied.
Her thoughts cavorted around, bouncing off each other.
How could she have been so naïve as to think they might put the last three years behind them? He’d gone on with his life it seemed, while she’d remained trapped in the Caribbean caring for her dying father. A tiny sigh escaped her at the injustice. Fate never claimed to be the mistress of fairness.
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Do you believe in love at first sight? I can’t wait to see what you think!
The Romantic Pursuit trivia question for this week is how many years was Olivia in the Caribbean?