I couldn't help but wonder ... In a Small Town let alone the whole world that's seemingly incurably cynical, could one still wholeheartedly believe in the little concept known as 'Love-At-First-Sight'? I've heard endless horror stories, and began completely giving up on the whole idea all and all, until I began deeply wondering ~ Maybe, you're not supposed to be a firm believer until a firsthand experience convinces you otherwise?...
...Although, I've confronted a few friends regarding the subject, whose views were quite pessimistic ... But, in lieu of the valid points they've presented, I cannot say I disagree and I'm right back to the drawing board ready to question you peeps, my loyal and supportive Townies.
Apparently, The Small Town's too 'farky' for 'Love-At-First-Sight' ~ It's reserved for all the Carmen Electra's in the world. Here, women require a blood test and A.T.M receipts before they consider giving out their numbers to a guy. And the greatest vindication of all for being a nonbeliever would definitely be, how could one believe in 'Love-At-First-Sight' in a world where peeps willingly jack-off on you in a Subway?
I couldn't help but think about my friend, Michael, and his carefree approach to a love-life ... There's a whole heck of a lot less 'sight' there, and there's far more 'touch' ~ Maybe, love and the which ways it corresponds with our senses are now beginning to shift with the seasons. Perhaps 'Love-At-First-Sight' isn't so universally epic anymore, and 'Love-At-First-Touch' is up to the plate, bringing about a fresh batch of tormenting questions and completely revising the playbook for 'Affairs-Of-The-Heart'. First question being, will all major love tales that gift the heart with a little courage and hope each time begin to stem from prostitution?
