Cherry Picking: Love at First Sight

Sarah Cherry, Staff Writer

For all you cynics and skeptics out there: there is such a thing as love at first sight. I am a believer. I can speak from personal experience… I mean it happened to me just today. I was having a casual conversation with my friend, Katie Plant, in the AMP office when I laid eyes on love itself. It was dark and mysterious, but sparkled in the light as if it were exposing its soul and looking into mine all at once. It was perfectly shaped, as if it were stitched together by little elves with the sole purpose of creating something perfectly suited for me. It looked durable, despite all of its seemingly fragile beauty. I loved it, and it loved me. The only problem was, it was on someone else’s foot. Katie’s to be precise: it was her black sparkly Sperry. Yes, I’m talking about shoes.

I love her shoes. I mean, I LOVE her shoes. I was caught off guard by how much I loved her shoes, and so quickly too. This experience resulted in more than a race to a computer to order myself a pair, it also got me thinking about how there is definitely love at first sight. And it got me thinking about how love at first sight, the one that the Brothers Grimm and Disney are always on about, is SO not what they mean. But it is exactly what I felt today – toward a pair of shoes.  Love at first sight is not that one true love. Fact: you can not know every little thing about a person at first sight. But another fun fact: you can know pretty much everything you need to know about a pair of shoes at first sight, well excepting how long the relationship will last (how soon will it be until you ruin them in a fateful puddle or rip them in an unfortunate hike?). What we call love at first sight is not love, but lust – it is objectification at its finest. Objects are things that we love in a glance, and that’s fine because it is very rare that a pair of shoes will do anything unexpected to hurt us (except heels, those things will break, and therefore break your heart, when you need them most).

It gets to be dangerous when we “fall in love” so quickly with people, because we don’t know what they are, what they believe, and how they’re going to react to the things they don’t know about us. We put too much into something that really is so little, and without a doubt we’re left broken on the floor without hopes or dreams because they’ve all been dashed. I know, I sound like a cynic, but I’m not. I’m a realist. We need to stop lying to ourselves in order to actually find what we’re looking for. The next time your eyes land on a person that makes your heart throb, don’t call it love – call it what it really is: lust. And maybe with some time and a lot of getting to know one another, love is what you’ll find. Or maybe you won’t, but you won’t be any worse for wear for the experience. You’ll have learned something about yourself and maybe have made a new friend.

PS: You don’t want to get a blister; wear socks.

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