Love at First Sight

Time ticks by. I don’t get a reply for a while but I don’t know if I expect one really. I keep darting my eyes everywhere expecting to see her, and as soon as I do I slide out the car to greet her.

“Wow…” That word flies out of my mouth without me even expecting it. “You look…”

There aren’t any words to accurately describe how incredible she looks. She affects every single cell in my body. My heart leaps, my belly fills with butterflies, my underpants twitch… she’s phenomenal. Her curves, that dress, her eyes, the nape of her neck… every inch of her is like a delicious desert begging to be licked.

“You look gorgeous,” I settle on in the end. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She rests her hands on my shoulders and pulls herself up to kiss me on the cheek. Electricity zig zags everywhere. “I like your car! Are you ready to go? I know the perfect place.”

“Oh, it’s actually my roommate’s car…” I’m starting with the word vomit early I suppose. “But yes, I can take us wherever we want to go in it if you like. I’m excited to see what you have in mind.”

She slips into the car confidently as if she belongs there, leaving me in sheer awe of her. She’s truly magnetic, she has a charisma that yanks me in, I feel like we’re similar in some ways, but in others she’s the ying to my yang. I suppose I’ll figure out more as I peel back her layers and I learn more about her. Starting right now.

8

Tamara

The candle light flickers gently between us, causing my heart to flip flop with excitement. There’s just something about Logan, something that really draws me in. I feel an undeniable connection to him like I’ve never experienced before and the more we talk the stronger that becomes. I haven’t ever been one to believe in a past life or anything like that before, but with him there’s such a familiarity it’s hard to ignore.

It’s almost as if we’ve met one another a million times before and it always ends really well.

“So, how are things at work?” I ask while forking spaghetti into my mouth. “Still as bad as ever?”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “You know it! But it shouldn’t be long until I’m out of there.”

A sadness tugs at my heart. I don’t want to find him just to lose him just as quickly. I know he wants to explore the world, he’s made that very clear, but does it have to be right now? It’s too soon for me to really suggest tagging along but it’s not been long enough that I feel secure in him leaving. I know that’s moving too fast I can hear my own thoughts, but this connection is off the scale. I want to cling to him and never let him go.

“Do you have any thoughts about what you might want to do when you come back?” My heart hammers as I touch on a potentially dangerous subject, showing how quick I’m going. “Or are you not thinking that far ahead?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He waves his hand dismissively. “I don’t want to think about coming back just yet.”

His eyes obtain a misty look. I wish I could delve into his brain and see what he’s thinking. It’s been so long since I dared to dream of anything. With Pete, it was all about just keeping my head above water. I suppose now I’ve come out on top - with only a brief tumble to get me there - it’s time to figure my life out.

At least this is a huge step, I’m proud of my bravery. I wouldn’t be here without it.

His phone bleeps, I can hear it going off under the table, probably in his pocket somewhere but much to his credit he doesn’t pick it up. That’s a really gentlemanly gesture these days, to ignore the Internet or his messages for me! I’m going to take that as a sign that he really likes me because it’s never happened before. Now I can feel myself getting that misty eyed expression, and it’s all because of him. Damn it, I’m losing myself here…

“So,” I cough awkwardly, needing to reel myself in a little bit. “What do you do for fun? When you aren’t working or planning your trip around the world? Do you have any fascinating hobbies?”

I don’t know why I ask this really because eventually the question will spin back to me and I’ll be forced to admit that I don’t really do anything. I’ve become quite boring which is something I need to change. I don’t know how though. I’ve had so many upheavals all in one go that haven’t really been about having fun. This is all new.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs and chews thoughtfully. “I like the usual stuff; swimming, jogging, that sort of thing. I read a lot too and I like movies… I don’t know if that makes me boring or not.”

“No, no, I like movies too.” I leap on this connection, confirming inside my head how much this proves. “Do you have any in particular you love? I bet you’re all about the action movies, aren’t you?”

“Samurai movies, yes, which is part of the reason I’m very excited to go to Japan, but I also love a good drama too.” An image pops into my head as my brain gets carried away with itself again. Me and Logan curled up on the couch watching an endless stream of thought provoking movies then discussing them afterwards. “I’m also quite keen on horror, but I think it’s hard to find a good one. How about you?”

“Horror, yep, dramas, yep.” I giggle girlishly while tucking my hair behind my ear. “Samurai, I’ll have to try.”

As we spend some time arguing over what we consider the best movie of all time, I feel excitement and anticipation building. This is new, it’s thrilling, I absolutely love it from the pit of my stomach. Much as I keep trying to hold back, the desire for him grows, I get this feeling that today is the first day of an epic romance and as impatient as I am, I just want to skip to the end page to be there already. It feels too slow for me.

As I look at Logan, I can’t help but wonder if he’s feeling the same way too. He has the look of a man who could tip over the edge into love if pushed. He isn’t recoiling in horror as I stare at him with loving eyes anyway, he seems to be returning the expression. I hope I’m not imagining this because I have been known to be the steamroller, but if I’m running along the theme of carpe diem which is doing me well so far, then why the hell not?

Why shouldn’t I chase a romance for myself? I deserve a happy ever after, don’t I?

“I’m not even going to get you started on music,” Logan chuckles. “I bet you have some opinions on that too.”

“I do, as it happens.” I adopt a mock hoity expression. “And I’m sure my opinion is the correct one as well. I don’t have room to listen to what anyone else has to say. No one knows better than me.”