Love at first sight was never an idea to which I subscribed. How can you meet someone and instantly know you are in love with them? You would be trusting your whole emotional self to the physical person. There would be no opportunity to get to know their deep dark secrets, their perversions, their bad habits, vices, contradictions.
But when HE first walked through the door, and I shook his hand, I began believing that something like love at first sight existed. His warm hand enveloped mine in the way a perfect handshake from man to woman does. All the right parts of our palms and digits touched from the squeezing action. The squeezing itself was perfect. Not too hard, not too soft. And his hand wasn't rough or smooth. It was manly and it told me that HE was confident and open and ready to meet me.
His eyes looked into mine and lingered for a moment as if to say "Hello" but then did a double take because at first HE didn't really notice that HE was attracted to me. From my end, the whole world stood still for that first moment. Oh my, I knew I was in trouble.
I dreamt about him night after night. HE was present in my dreams even if HE was not the main character in them. I knew, from that first moment, that we would be in each other's lives. I didn't really know how or how much, but I knew we would somehow be connected.
That was a decade ago. I still get a thrill from thinking of the moment we met.
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