Many people remember the instant it happens. And nothing is ever the same. The sun is brighter. Mr. Bluebird lands on your shoulder because you’re just so darned happy. You’ve become so annoying that your closest friends are actually plotting Mr. Bluebird’s untimely demise.
And that’s a sure sign that you are head over heels in love.
Every teenager experiences that universal rite of passage known as falling in love – usually with a person who doesn’t even know they occupy space on planet earth. For me, it was probably best if I remained unnoticed by my high school Crush de Jour. With my unibrow, a space between my front teeth big enough to park a Prius and a wardrobe from the Sears flammable collection, not being noticed was probably best to keep at least one tiny shard of my fragile teenage ego intact.
But eventually those unacknowledged teenage crushes pave the way for Real Life LOVE. It’s On the Job Training for that life changing moment when Cupid runs over you driving that Mack Truck of full of Flaming Amore Arrows. You can’t eat. You can’t sleep. You can’t talk about anything but your One and Only. That special someone has swept you off your feet.
It’s hopeless when you’re smitten. Then it’s all over except for deciding between the FryDaddy Jr. or the George Foreman Grill for the registry. What the heck, you only have a few weddings in this lifetime, make them special. So don’t be greedy, you can ask for the Foreman on the next go round.
Those were the days.
It used to be simple. But now with eHarmony, Speed Dating and Relationship Agreements, the Rules of Engagement as I learned them have been redefined.
Online dating confuses me. Should your search for true love involve a search engine? We’ve become so desperate that we’ll believe that skeevy eHarmony guy who I’m convinced is the Pina Colada Song Guy from the 80s. Are we gullible enough to believe our soulmate looks just like Brad Pitt, who is a food and wine connoisseur and spends weekends at his cabin on the lake? While his online mugshot may resemble Young Brad from Thelma and Louise, it’s a much bleaker image in reality. Your Online Sweetie’s country cabin could possibly involve wheels and cinder blocks and he may consider serving KFC from a bucket while swilling Miller Lite a gourmand’s delight.
After your encounter with Online Bad, you’ll fully understand why love is occasionally blind.
And now looking for love no longer has to waste time – with Speed Dating. One night, twenty dates, four minutes each. No awkward small talk or worries about food plastered on your front tooth.
Apparently it works.
Just ask the couple whose engagement announcement recalled their first speed date. The groom-to-be summed it up succinctly in the New York Times, “She was articulate and worth seeing again.”
What sweet nothings will you utter at the altar, Romeo? You’ll Do?
With that attitude, he’ll probably not even make it to Kim Kardashian’s martial finish line.
Now thanks to Mr. Facebook, we have Relationship Agreements to define our dating life. Mark Zuckerberg may know a thing or two about online relationships but apparently he needed help with his real-life one. Mark and his then-girlfriend wrote up a dating accord that required him to take her on one date and spend one hundred minutes with her a week.
So when you start swooning, make the call – to your attorney.
Maybe New York Times Bride-in-Waiting should follow Mark’s lead. She could definitely use a Relationship Agreement – with another guy.