Love at First Site

I am guiltlessly copying the Anonymous Coward's style today.

I attended my first hockey game a couple of years ago. My date bought seats on the glass, and I was hooked right after the first fight. I loved the difficulty, intensity and violence of the game. The game unfolded like a violent soap opera, where the other team checking our star player or roughing our goalie would end up with our enforcer on the ice. Our enforcer would defend his co-players. You knew it was going to end up in a power play, but watching the drama behind the fight was almost as good as the fight itself. Within a couple of years I had my own set of season tickets, right on the glass. Along with season tickets comes the requirement of having team paraphernalia; it started small with a warm up jacket but ended with a full blown jersey. I was a fan, but not the type to linger for autographs, however after one game my partner insisted on waiting in the huge line to get his jersey autographed by the star player. I reluctantly agreed but insisted we wait in the bar until the line was smaller. We ended up being the last in line. When it was finally our turn, the star player looked up and when his eyes meet mine there was lightening! My soul leaped. I had been struck, my stomach contracted and my heart beat was erratic. I had never experienced such an intense instant physical reaction to anyone. I was struck, and it was love at first sight for me. I never talked with the hockey player, but I can still remember my body’s reaction when our eyes met.

Okay your turn; have you ever experienced Love at first sight? Anonymous comments encourage.