Love At First Sight?

jay_mcfc said:
About 7 years and 2 weeks ago I would have said love at first sight was impossible. However;

I was at my mates 30th birthday house party in Didsbury, stood by the kitchen sink and really not wanting to be there. A couple of mates were stood around and we were taking the piss out of each other as you do. I'd had half a beer and the night was young. I was driving anyway, so had no intention of getting pissed. Amongst the shit 'banter' in the kitchen, I noticed this figure in the doorway. I could only see one half of her as the doorframe was blocking the other half, and she was facing the other way anyway. I saw her tall frame, brown hair and a tight black dress that told you immediately that she had a beautiful body.

Everything went a bit surreal. I was fixated on this half a person and I had totally lost all sense of what was happening around me. It was then that she walked into the kitchen and we just stared at each other in what would probably be described by others as 'creepy'. My gay mate was still piping up, and made what was probably the best ever ice breaker as he just turned to her and said 'Here, would you sleep with this fat bastard?'. Her response was telling, as she went a little red and then flustered around with a bottle opener. She tried to make a witty one liner, something I now know she is pretty damn good at, but couldn't get any words out. I honestly believe I was already in love, her face was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

As the night went on we had a great time. Laughing and flirting as if we'd known each other for years. I'd ditched the idea of driving by now, and at the end of the night I escorted her home in a taxi. Being a gentleman, I saw her home with a kiss on the cheek. We didn't even exchange phone numbers but I knew I'd be able to get that easily enough, or that I would find her on Facebook. When I got back in the cab to continue my journey, my whole body and mind was racing like a bolt of electricity had run through it. I knew there and then that my life had changed forever. That in itself was strange, because I'd been off women for a while and had a life planned out that really didn't involve one. I arrived home and my housemate was still up. I simply told him 'I'm in love' and talked through how the night had gone.

I woke up the next day happy, but also a little angry that I'd let a woman get into my head. What about my plans to go to America? Still, my housemate said ignore all that, I saw how you were last night, contact her! So the Facebook stalking started. It would take a while, thanks to a unique spelling of her name but perseverance paid off and the message was sent. The reply came the next day and the flirty, funny chat was back in full flow. I took the obvious next step to ask her out for a drink and BANG! The clanger came. She had recently started seeing someone who was living in London. I was pissed off. Angry that she had a fella and angry that I'd had my head turned.

We continued to chat and arranged to meet up for a drink anyway. She was clearly keeping me at arms length by now but the under current feelings were getting hard to resist. We were still getting on so well, better than any girl I'd ever spoken to. And her beauty was still reeling me in. Even after a couple of 'friendly' drinks, I knew I was very much in love but pretty upset I couldn't do anything about it.

A few weeks after I met her, she was going travelling around Australia, Bangkok and Vietnam for a month. First though, she would be spending a night with her fella as she was flying out of London. She later told me the whole time she spent with him was horrible as she couldn't stop thinking about me, and she ended the relationship with him there and then. She didn't tell me though, and she went to Australia thinking about me every day. I was at home waiting for her to text or message me, knowing I was in love but thinking she was in a relationship still.

Around the time she returned, I received a message from my mate who's birthday party we met at. It simply read 'She's all yours'. My heart fluttered and without letting her know that I knew she was single, I invited her out to tell me all about her trip. I waited nervously in my car for her to come out of the house, wondering to myself if I really was as in love as I thought I was or if I still fancied her as much. When she came out of the door I got the same electric sensations through my body as I did when I saw her the first time. Oh yes, I was hopelessly in love.

7 Years and two weeks later and we're still very much in love. Married with one kid and another on the way. We've had plenty of ups and downs but our virtues and togetherness has always seen us through our toughest times. I don't always tell her, and I probably don't always behave like I do, but I love her and fancy her as much now as I always have. We speak now about the time we met and we both say that we were feeling exactly the same way about each other. In fact, on our wedding night she told me that the second she saw me in the kitchen at that house party, something crept into her mind that never left. It was 'that is a face I could marry'.

We both knew we had fallen in love at first sight.
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Nice story blue. Wish you and family a long and happy time together.
 
It ended in tears but I thought one of my exes was my future wife as I watched her order some drinks at the bar. We'd been out together for about 30 minutes of a first date. I just knew. We had a very intense relationship and she'd told me she loved me after two weeks; but sometimes you know. The split can be blamed on both of us.

Seeing sad bastard mates in awful relationships with issue laden women or control freaks is heartbreaking. They just go with it for fear of being on their own.

There is someone I like but I'm yet to ask her out...
 
jay_mcfc said:
About 7 years and 2 weeks ago I would have said love at first sight was impossible. However;

I was at my mates 30th birthday house party in Didsbury, stood by the kitchen sink and really not wanting to be there. A couple of mates were stood around and we were taking the piss out of each other as you do. I'd had half a beer and the night was young. I was driving anyway, so had no intention of getting pissed. Amongst the shit 'banter' in the kitchen, I noticed this figure in the doorway. I could only see one half of her as the doorframe was blocking the other half, and she was facing the other way anyway. I saw her tall frame, brown hair and a tight black dress that told you immediately that she had a beautiful body.

Everything went a bit surreal. I was fixated on this half a person and I had totally lost all sense of what was happening around me. It was then that she walked into the kitchen and we just stared at each other in what would probably be described by others as 'creepy'. My gay mate was still piping up, and made what was probably the best ever ice breaker as he just turned to her and said 'Here, would you sleep with this fat bastard?'. Her response was telling, as she went a little red and then flustered around with a bottle opener. She tried to make a witty one liner, something I now know she is pretty damn good at, but couldn't get any words out. I honestly believe I was already in love, her face was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

As the night went on we had a great time. Laughing and flirting as if we'd known each other for years. I'd ditched the idea of driving by now, and at the end of the night I escorted her home in a taxi. Being a gentleman, I saw her home with a kiss on the cheek. We didn't even exchange phone numbers but I knew I'd be able to get that easily enough, or that I would find her on Facebook. When I got back in the cab to continue my journey, my whole body and mind was racing like a bolt of electricity had run through it. I knew there and then that my life had changed forever. That in itself was strange, because I'd been off women for a while and had a life planned out that really didn't involve one. I arrived home and my housemate was still up. I simply told him 'I'm in love' and talked through how the night had gone.

I woke up the next day happy, but also a little angry that I'd let a woman get into my head. What about my plans to go to America? Still, my housemate said ignore all that, I saw how you were last night, contact her! So the Facebook stalking started. It would take a while, thanks to a unique spelling of her name but perseverance paid off and the message was sent. The reply came the next day and the flirty, funny chat was back in full flow. I took the obvious next step to ask her out for a drink and BANG! The clanger came. She had recently started seeing someone who was living in London. I was pissed off. Angry that she had a fella and angry that I'd had my head turned.

We continued to chat and arranged to meet up for a drink anyway. She was clearly keeping me at arms length by now but the under current feelings were getting hard to resist. We were still getting on so well, better than any girl I'd ever spoken to. And her beauty was still reeling me in. Even after a couple of 'friendly' drinks, I knew I was very much in love but pretty upset I couldn't do anything about it.

A few weeks after I met her, she was going travelling around Australia, Bangkok and Vietnam for a month. First though, she would be spending a night with her fella as she was flying out of London. She later told me the whole time she spent with him was horrible as she couldn't stop thinking about me, and she ended the relationship with him there and then. She didn't tell me though, and she went to Australia thinking about me every day. I was at home waiting for her to text or message me, knowing I was in love but thinking she was in a relationship still.

Around the time she returned, I received a message from my mate who's birthday party we met at. It simply read 'She's all yours'. My heart fluttered and without letting her know that I knew she was single, I invited her out to tell me all about her trip. I waited nervously in my car for her to come out of the house, wondering to myself if I really was as in love as I thought I was or if I still fancied her as much. When she came out of the door I got the same electric sensations through my body as I did when I saw her the first time. Oh yes, I was hopelessly in love.

7 Years and two weeks later and we're still very much in love. Married with one kid and another on the way. We've had plenty of ups and downs but our virtues and togetherness has always seen us through our toughest times. I don't always tell her, and I probably don't always behave like I do, but I love her and fancy her as much now as I always have. We speak now about the time we met and we both say that we were feeling exactly the same way about each other. In fact, on our wedding night she told me that the second she saw me in the kitchen at that house party, something crept into her mind that never left. It was 'that is a face I could marry'.

We both knew we had fallen in love at first sight.
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That's lovely.
Best luck to you both.
 
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