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Originally Posted by WinEvryRacex
Are there different levels of love? (I'm not talking about family vs women (or men if you're a woman or gos))
Yes. And there are different paths to it. That lightning may not have struck immediately does not mean that it is lessened, I think, and love, even powerful love, certainly grows. And, sadly, fades.
To crossnerd's exactly when question: I was captivated enough by the emails to stop looking at other profiles, and by the subsequent day of communication (mostly by text — I have never encountered texts like these, and no, I don't mean sexual, though sometimes there was an undercurrent of that) to pull my profile. But as I said, I've so many times seen the reality not match the electronic version, and I have plenty of capacity to fill in blanks with wishful thinking, so I couldn't really trust it.
When she stepped out of her car I suppose wasn't exactly the moment, though that was plenty lustful. When we kissed (about two seconds later), I was pretty far gone, and I know she was too.
At that point would I have married her? No. Again, I'm headstrong but I'm not an idiot. It was some time over the course of that day — preparation plus a six hour sail — that it sunk in. Some of it overtly sexual, some of it learning details about her (often as she was describing them not to me but to our host), and some just seeing and hearing tiny subtleties, as with the way she interacted with Pup. [I keep typing his name, then catching it and substituting pup — I suppose there may be no good reason for that and that it wouldn't be awful to have it here; oh well, a puzzle for another day.] That may have been the most powerful, that and her dealings with our host. I can't describe them all, or really any of them in a way that makes it makes sense, but it was therein that the kindness and consideration was most manifest.
Throw in her clear intelligence (I'd put her in the 160s, if you insist on numbers, and experience suggests that I'm pretty good at estimating these things), and, let's be honest, her looks (I may post a picture at some point, but I think I'll need permission for that), and I was primed, but I don't know when exactly it went from "everything is right for this to be it" to "this is it". I think she'd say about the same, too — it was instant, earth-shaking attraction, but somewhere over the course of the day that attraction became "don't leave me".
Last edited by atakdog; 08-30-2012 at 07:44 AM.