Love at first sight? Does it really happen?
Even though people often testify they married their “love at first sight,” I doubt “love at first sight” exists. Those who feel they experienced it, were, in truth, overwhelmed by so many variables, variables so numerous they couldn’t fully perceive them—variables which in a perfect storm of circumstances allowed the social interaction to occur—so their default reaction—in trying to give “meaning” to the experience, blinded by the overwhelming fortune of the circumstances which attended the interaction—-is to name it “love at first sight.”
For me, the opposite occurs. Whenever I am struck by the physical beauty of a person, as I get to know them (hear the actual thoughts that come out of their beautiful lips, etc), I note, on closer examination, their flaws, and they become less beautiful. For me, it is usually “love at the 10th or 11th sight.” I “wake up” to their beauty after a certain amount of time, and as I question my initial perception—for not seeing how beautiful they were at first—in this fit of self-rebuke, only then, as I question myself, do I fall in love.