Alyssa Chambers aachambe@mavs.coloradomesa.edu
I’ve never been a believer in the concept of love at first sight. Instead, I’ve recently become an advocate of love at first blush.
I manufactured this theory two years ago during a trip to Florida to visit my boyfriend who, at the time, was attending the University of Tampa. I’m a nervous flyer, so I hadn’t eaten anything all day and managed very little sleep the night before my trip. I was exhausted when I landed in Fla. and decided to take a shower to wake up before grabbing dinner with my boyfriend.
As steam filled the shower, I realized how dehydrated and hungry I was. I was having a hard time taking a deep breath so I reached for the shower curtain to grab some air and next thing I knew, my boyfriend was hovering over my limp body shaking me with a horrified look in his eye. “What happened? Oh my God… what did you do to me?” I frantically asked. He quickly explained that I passed out. He came in when he heard a loud thud and found me unresponsive, eyes open and rolled to the back of my head. “You looked scary, Lyss,” he said worriedly.
The look on his face explained his fear more than any words could. And the look on mine was, I’m sure, equally as priceless when I realized I was naked and that, just moments earlier, my boyfriend had thought I was possessed by a demon. I was beyond embarrassed as I stood up off of the floor. Yet, in the midst of my bare lumbering and confusion, I realized this is probably one of the top three most embarrassing moments of my life and, in a sense, I’m glad I shared it with this person.
That moment, with my face, red with embarrassment, and my hands trembling from a combination of lack of nourishment and being shaken up, was the same moment that I realized he really cared about me. And since then, I’ve formulated the idea of love at first blush. I made a total skeptical of myself and he didn’t look at me any differently. He was concerned and worried about me, and I was still able to look him in the eye after complete and utter embarrassment. If that’s not love, what is?
Levi Meyer dlmeyer@mavs.coloradomesa.edu
I believe in love at first sight.
In fact, I’ve fallen in love with a lot of women at first sight. But all they do is hang on the walls outside Victoria’s Secret in their underwear with stupid looks on their faces.
So maybe I haven’t experienced love at first sight (We’ll call it LAFS). But I’m not ruling it out. LAFS is driven by intuition, which shouldn’t be ignored. It’s not just about eye candy. The right setting and vibe are a big part of LAFS.
Every day, I walk around campus and I see a lot of beautiful women. CMU is a gold mine of babes. But occasionally, I’ll see a woman that makes me stop and stare. She might not look like my girls outside Victoria’s Secret, but to me, she’s got it going on.
It’s because, for that moment, that girl’s looks and how she carries herself change my view from “damn, that girl is fine” to “damn, I want to know more.”
In a world where LAFS is not widely accepted, it’s hard to follow your heart and talk to the girl that caught your eye. Unfortunately, walking up to a girl you’ve never talked to before and saying “I saw you from across the room and had to talk to you because you’re so beautiful,” might only result in her tweeting “Ew. This guy just creeped on me. Lol, ugh.”
But sometimes, it’s important do things just for LAFS.
If there’s a girl in science class that makes you weak at the knees, let her know it. You don’t have to be as forward as a tweet-worthy creeper. Just make sure you act on your feelings. Make an effort to get to know her. If you ignore your love-pangs, you’re blowing what could potentially be a golden opportunity.
There’s something special about LAFS, whether fact or fiction. For a single moment, the stars align, and a beautiful girl, who looks super sexy, walks through the perfect light at the perfect time and turns you to mush. It’s a sign – read it.
As for me, I know I’ll experience LAFS at some point. I’ll know it when I see it.
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