Calling it Love at First Sight

That night, after he surprised me by showing up at my side, I instantly forgot about the Australians. This mystery man had me completely mesmerized. He told me all kinds of stories, about how he had been to both Australia and New Zealand. He told me all the instruments he could play, and that he was studying bio-mechanical engineering. He was blowing my mind, and looking so good while doing it. Down the road, I found out most of what he was saying were lies. I never held that against him, though, because I knew how hard he was trying to impress me. We talked and talked, and finally he told my friend and I if we needed a place to say we could crash on his couches. He was selling me on the idea, talking about going home to watch a few episodes of Weeds and feed his pet snakes. My friend could tell how interested I was so she insisted that I stay over, claiming she had plans to meet up with some other friends. After a lot of convincing, I finally agreed to go. 

This was so incredibly unlike me. I was not at all the type to just go home with a random guy. I guess the thing about it was, he didn't feel like a stranger; it didn't feel random. All of it felt right. Aside from, of course, the fact that I had no cell phone at the time. I had lost my phone a few days before at a party, and hadn't had a chance to purchase a new one yet. Regardless, I went with him. We walked and smoked a few cigarettes together. Talking with him felt like I had known him for years. It was amazing. I had never felt a connection like that with anyone before, let alone someone I had just met. 

When we got back to his house, I did get to feed his pet snakes- Carlos and Monica-and we did end up watching Weeds, but the best part about all of it was that we just laid around in his bed and talked. We didn't do anything though, there was no messing around and no pressure. We never even kissed. I couldn't believe that this incredibly attractive man invited me to stay over and never even tried anything.

When it comes down to it, I knew at the moment I saw him walking past me on the street that I loved him. I remember telling my roommate that the next day. After I came home from staying at his house in the morning, I told her about the boy, and that it was love at first sight. She looked at me like I was crazy, but love at first sight isn't what everyone believes it to be. It's different, but it's real. I didn't want to marry him the moment I saw him, I didn't see our future in his eyes, I wasn't in love with him. I did love him, though. I loved the way he dressed, walked, and smelled. I loved his voice, his perfect hair, and the way he was making up his little white lies just to get me to fall for him. That was two years ago. I loved everything about him in those first moments of our meeting, and that feeling has never faded or diminished at all.

After that first night, I loved that boy, and the only thing I knew about him was his first name. Nick.

XoXo, Bri