What I learned My First Time in Love (an excerpt)
When you fall in love, that person becomes the only attractive person on the planet. Their hair, their eyes, their body, their smile-when you're in love no supermodel, no "sexiest man alive", no hot actor/actress/musician/artist or cute guy at Starbucks can compare. Suddenly every human on the planet falls into one of two categories: 1) the person your heart melts for and 2) everyone else.
I think my shallowness is relatively low; looks don't really matter, it's who someone is that counts. It's a tired, oft used saying but I stand by it. Even still, though it's not a driving force, I'm not immune to physical attraction. I was acutely aware of how cute the tall, dark-haired guy I passed in the hall every Thursday was, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't rewatched a cheesy movie simply because the lead actor was fine. But such attraction, in general, can be heightened or diminished the more I get to know someone. What surprised me though is that when I found I had fallen in love, when I found he loved me too, when I kept learning more about him and who he was, my initial attraction for him only grew, completely outshadowing any passing thoughts of "ooh he's cute" as someone whose asthetic I might otherwise fancy caught my eye. In fact, my eye stopped getting caught altogether. I didn't even notice anyone else. Just him.
I didn't know that could happen.
