Love At First Sight

One of my carioca lady friends was relaying a story to me and and three other girls. It was about a guy who saw a girl on the subway in New York and fell in love. But instead of saying something to the girl, he went home, drew a picture of her, then made an internet site with the picture and forwarded it to his friends. The site got around and they found the girl, who happened to be Australian. The media got involved and made a big deal about it and reunited them with tears of joy all around. They “dated for a while,” which means once the thrill died down she dumped him.

The other girls were touched by this story and went silent as they looked at their drinks, perhaps wishing they could meet a man who obsesses over them like that. Thing is I’m sure they have, but since there was no media coverage they just put those guys in the friends zone.

At risk of being banished from the group I raised my hand to speak and said I thought the guy was a loser who has trouble with women. My comment was not well-received.

“Don’t you believe in love at first sight?”

“No,” I said.

“You’re not romantic at all.” They shook their head, regretting they ever made friends with a gringo.

I dropped the issue because I wanted to make it from the table alive, but there seems to be a very fine line between being romantic and being a pathetic beta male. Or perhaps there is no line.

Postscript: Apparently the story is true, but “dated for a while” actually means “went out for coffee.” Here is the original site he made and here is more information than you’ll ever need to know about these two people.


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