i was thinking about all the dates i've been on recently, and the ones that have turned into relationships didn't always begin as momentous occasions. it got me to thinking, though, about the very best ones - the ones that make your heart flutter, your hormones go bananas and leave you with that silly grin all over your face.
i was trying to explain this feeling to my mom one time, and i was trying to say that it was like getting "weak in the knees" but my tongue got tangled and it came out as "neek in the wees." it's that ridiculous infatuation that is totally impractical and not based in reality at all - because we all know real relationships require work and aren't always about joy and giggles.
the first time i felt this, i was a teenager. the date in question occurred just after he had spent a month in europe traveling around. we had only sort of been seeing each other and so the month away was just a solid reminder of how much i wanted to learn about him. we met downtown on 8th ave, and as soon as he came into view my heart soared. i felt my first taste of love at that moment. we spent the day wandering around eau claire, participating in a clown's street performance, laughing and talking and getting lost in each other. almost a decade later, it still stands out as one of my favorite days of all time. i miss that, and i always wonder what would've happened had i been honest from the start. a life lesson, anyway. honesty is the best policy.
i digress. the second time i felt it was when i was standing in the yyc airport waiting on someone i had never met to come out from behind the arrivals gate. i know, i know. how can you love someone you've never met? to this day, i still maintain that you need touch and smell and reality to ensure that the love is real, but that infatuation from the fantasy is real enough. when he walked out from behind the frosted glass door, and kissed me full on the lips without a single word - time stood still. literally. i felt nothing but his touch on mine, and the world melted away completely. this is an experience i've never felt again. and sadly, once the week was up, we both realized that our lives were too detached to ever make a relationship work... but it was a beautiful vacation.
and i've had some pretty wicked dates lately, don't get me wrong. there's just nothing particularly note worthy or story-esque about them. i love love, though. i love being twitterpated. and i love when that fades and nothing is left but the bickering and the teasing and the cuddling.
i need to stop watching love actually. ><.
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