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What Love At First Sight Feels Like From A Former Perpetually Single Girl

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I was once like most of you: miserable, jaded, hopeless. I thought I’d never find this whole “true love” crap. Every Katherine Heigl movie I had ever seen had lied to me, and my “misunderstood independent cat lady” thing just wasn’t fast-tracking all the Gerard Butlers to my doorstep. You all know which movie I’m talking about–the one where the grade A asshole hunk finds himself in love and is suddenly transformed by the mystical powers of true love and isn’t an asshole anymore.

tumblr_mureeuwxdO1snzlfbo1_500Totally believable.

Yet one day in the midst of my She-Woman Man Hating Club ways, I was transformed by the wave of what I can only describe as love at first sight. I’m talking about heart eyes, chest pounding, speech impairing L-O-V-E. I know you’re thinking, “ew gross,” but hear me out as I take you through the most magical moment of one’s life.

Like any other day, I woke up in a groggy haze, took a shower, and reluctantly threw on a real bra despite having numerous clean sports bras. I had a flight home to visit my mom and catch a concert, so I grabbed the largest carry-on the airline allows, added a flick of mascara to yesterday’s makeup, and was on my way. I know what you’re thinking, and no, my one true love was not seated next to me on my flight. Upon landing, I immediately took my phone off airplane mode and waited patiently for the texts to roll in from various suitors. What did I receive? One text from my mom. I’m sure all my other texts got lost in some sort of airplane mode vortex.

I met my mom at the gate and headed to the bathroom to do something about the Sasquatch that stared back at me in the mirror. Ten minutes and a pathetic attempt at contouring later, I looked like a somewhat functioning human being. After successfully dodging any questions related to my GPA, not-boyfriends, and overdrawn bank accounts, it was about time for the concert.

Being a little bit early, I waited in line attempting not to sweat off all my makeup. After entering the venue successfully avoiding pit stains (thanks, Dove) there he was. There he stood before me: the man of my dreams, the father of my future children. This was it. Suddenly, all my resentment from past relationships was lifted, and I felt like a new person. This new person was a believer. A believer that anything could happen, that love is definitely real, and that I had just found it in this dark room full of sweaty people. Unsure of what to do next, I responded with what I felt most appropriate: I introduced myself with clammy palms, and snapped a picture to remember this moment forever to show our grandchildren later on. We locked eyes, and I knew he could feel it, too. Even though we may never see each other again, I will always look back and reminisce on that magical day. In hopes of locating my mystery man, I included his picture.

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True love is out there, and it can happen to you, too.

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Rachel Page

Rachel enjoys spending her time thinking about Britney Spears, whining about being single, and thinking about Britney Spears. She doesn't take to criticism well, so be nice or so she will cry herself to sleep! Email: rpage@grandex.co

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