Love on the First Date

A big rule of mine is not to catch feelings on the first date. 

That was, until I met someone I just couldn’t resist. Love at first sight was never really something I believed in, to be honest. I could never really grasp how someone could lay eyes on another and immediately know that they were meant for each other. It had never happened to me, never occurred to me that one day it might. But the first time I saw him I couldn’t deny that there was something deeper there. It was a gravitational pull I couldn’t fight to save my life. Everything about him pulled me in. And it was decided that if I ever got a chance with him, even if nothing else happened, I’d definitely be falling in love on the first date. 

It was a slow-burn type of situation. I felt as though I was throwing myself at a brick wall. This man was focused on anything and everything other than me. And, though it took a blow to my ego, I admired him even more for it. Was it the chase? Was it me becoming desperate to have someone who seemingly did not want me? Whatever the case may have been, it was clear that I was under his spell. This drove me to leave behind sign after sign, do everything I could to convince him that we were meant for one another. Screw catching feelings, I would be falling in love with this man on the first date if we ever made it there. 

My prayers were answered when he finally began to get the hint. It was love on the first date

I’m not quite sure if it was him playing hard to get, or if he genuinely didn’t feel the spark I felt between the two of us. But, whatever the case, he started to reciprocate. I would find him lingering in places he knew I would be, finding him in meetings and realizing he was already looking at me. Falling in love on the first date was becoming more of a possibility than a fantasy. I was so whipped even these small gestures were sending me into complete orbit. My world revolved around this man and I did not care if he knew it. I didn’t care how obvious it was at this point. I just wanted him, I wanted him so badly I would’ve done close to anything to show him. Even my innate obsession with cum couldn’t cloud my romantic desire for him. 

After so long of this back and forth he was finally inclined to ask me out. Just the thought of being near him in any setting was enough to get my head spinning. But, now that he was beginning to show interest, the nerves were kicking into overdrive. How do you act normal around someone you’ve been fantasizing about for weeks, months on end? There’s really no subtle way to fall in love on the first date. But, hey, maybe now wasn’t the time for subtlety. After all, my bold moves had gotten me this far. 

If I was falling in love on the first date, you bet he was too. 

It was how you’d imagine any first date going. A little awkward at first, and then a slow ascent into comfort and laughter, chemistry and complete adoration. He was so much more vibrant than I’d ever imagined he’d be. Made me feel the same, honestly. I’d never wanted to be more alive and feeling than when I was with him. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled and laughed and existed in such peace made me never want to leave his side. He was a beautiful light, I didn’t even know I needed that until I discovered it in him. Didn’t realize how dark I was until I melted under his warm light. 

Fuck falling in love on the first date, I had been in love with him the entire time. I knew I’d love him the moment I saw him. I wanted so badly for him to feel that for me, too. Wanted him to feel that desperation and fear of losing someone so insanely perfect for him. It doesn’t really matter what happens in the future, though. His presence is so strong and so beautiful, I can’t help but just live in the moment and be grateful for his existence every second that I’m in his orbit.

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