Love At First Sight

I don’t believe in love at first sight. It is a myth. You know what it actually is? Lust! Lust at first sight. We change the last three letters in that word to sweeten it, to justify it. Love is all sweet and flowery while lust is filthy and fiery. In truth everyone realise this fact, the pursuer and the pursued alike. But all of us like lust, if we were all honest enough to admit it. The problem is lust is a guilty pleasure so we need to give a good reason to our sudden interest in someone we have never even seen before in our life.

That’s where the love comes into play.

It is rubbish actually. How can we fall in love with someone just because she has the lips of Angelina Jolie? Or because he looks like the cross between Brad Pitt & Jude Law (got those names from the movie ‘Just My Luck’, I didn’t think of it on my own). We can be physically attracted to that someone because of it but falling in love? Common, we all know it’s bull!

Shouldn’t what he likes and what she hates be a factor in falling in love? Watching someone walking past you in the park will not let you know about that person’s view of the world. You could tell the size of her boobs or the length of his manhood, but you can never know if that person actually spat at pedophiles or asked them for tips.

In the movie ‘Music & Lyrics’, Drew Barrymore described the melody of a song as the physical attraction & the sex while the lyric is the deeper quality of a person, likes & dislikes, etc2. I agree with that, and after hearing what she said I thought to myself that the so-called love at first sight is the same as the melody of a song. It is superficial. It is all about sex.

The closest I’ve been to ‘love’ at first sight experience was four months back, when I saw this unbelievably glowing shining radiant girl at a mamak restaurant. She was perfect that night, with shoulder length straight hair and a cute white baby tee that showed off her great body. She was having a drink with her friends, all of them wearing tudung (I don’t know why I mention the tudung but I feel like I have to) and they were really enjoying each other’s company.

I kept watching her the whole time she was there. The way she laughed, the way she hugged her friends and the way she sipped her drink looked so extraordinarily cute to me. She had fair beautiful skin, big round eyes and I bet she had the most perfect set of teeth as well. She almost made me walk to her table and ask her for her name but being the coward that I am, all I did was just watch. And I think she realised that I’m watching because a few times she caught me looking at her.

Later on when she said goodbye to her friends and walked to her car I was still glued to my chair doing nothing but watching her in awe. The way she walked was incredible too. I bet if she walked on a piece of silk she won’t leave her footsteps on it because she didn’t actually walk, she floated!

She got into her car, a Kelisa, and before she drove off she tied her hair into a cute little ponytail and turned to look straight at me. Had I have a camera then I would’ve taken her picture with both her hands at the back of her head tying the ponytail while looking at me with her big innocent eyes. Stunning! I don’t know if I was just perasan or if the reason she looked at me was to make sure the creep who spent the last hour staring at her wasn’t going to jump into her car; but she did look at me and gave me a little smile before driving off.

I managed to jot down her plate number and gave it to a friend to trace in hope that I will know her name, her number and where she’s from. However it turned out that I got the number wrong, the plate number I gave to my friend belonged to a motorbike. Silly me, I can’t even get the number right! So much for my fairy tale love at first sight dream.

Even though that experience doesn’t really count as ‘love at first sight’, (for all I know that girl might be telling her friends the same story with the opening sentence of ‘A sick creepy guy stared at me….’) it nevertheless made me understood why people in general persist on it. They will cut their own fingers before admitting that love at first sight doesn’t exist.

It is because love at first sight is sugary, it blinded us into sweet optimism. It gives us hope, it makes us happy. It gives us the fairy tale all of us wish for.

And of course like I said earlier, it also makes us feel less guilty lusting over a perfect stranger that we don’t even know the name of. So yeah, keep the myth of love at first sight going and lets chop the head of anyone who dare says otherwise.