Do you believe in love
chemistry and sparks in love when you like someone? Most people wouldn’t
be able to recognize a romantic spark even if it hit them full-on on
their face! Matthew Rhodes was one of those men who didn’t believe in
chemistry in love until it was a tad too late…
My tryst with love chemistry
Last night, I was watching this sappy, schmaltzy movie on television.
Now I’m still nowhere near my story about sparks in love and chemistry
in love, but this is a good start.
I was watching The Princess Diaries II. It was a good movie, and I
think Anne Hathaway is really hot, which is why I actually watched the
movie in the first place.
Surprisingly, most girls I know don’t think she’s hot, which is
weird, but anyways, that’s another story, to be told on another day.
But FYI, in that movie she’s made to hook up with a artsy-gay boyish
suitor whom she doesn’t like but is forced to woo, if she has to become
the Queen of Genovia. Whoooo! The plot thickens to the echelon of a
thick tomato soup.
In one particular scene though, the artsy boy and our
cute-as-a-button Princess kiss each other in a moment of haste, to see
if there is a chance to find true love chemistry between them.
They kiss. They part. I waited with bated breath, and Anne Hathaway
looks at him with a blank deer-in-the-headlights expression and tells
him that she couldn’t find that spark!
Sparks in love and love chemistry
Wait a minute now! Whatwusthat? She couldn’t find the spark in love? I
hate it when women say that. Why does everything have to revolve around
that blooming spark?
Girls get scared of lightning sparks, but need the same when they
fall in love? In the movie, the good groom-to-be takes the comment as a
gentlemen and tells her that he too didn’t feel the spark in the kiss.
And they hug and decide to marry anyways. Seriously, WTF?!
Chemistry in love and my life
Spinning around to my world now, my story has a bit of a cheese
twister in it. I liked this girl for several months and we used to hang
out. We were great friends, and we had so much in common. She was really
hot too, and I, like all guys with really hot friends, had a crush on
her.
On the other hand, she, like all hot friends who don’t think along the same lines, didn’t know that!
She was seeing someone already since granny’s years, which was all fine because we weren’t really falling in love fast.
We work together in the same office and everything was grand. The
months flew, and the two birds, that’s me and her for the less informed,
started liking each other. She was in love with her guy, but there was
something between us that was really sweet, fun and mushy at the same
time.
The plot thickens with the love chemistry
And then came the plot thickening, tear jerking story line. I moved
on to another job because of the designation and the pay check. We
missed each other and we kept in touch through phone calls, mails, snaps
and a bit of text flirting. And then, a few months into the phone calls, we both realized that we liked each other. A lot.
We used to do all the corny little chick-flick stuff like watch the
same DVDs at the same time, and call each other during the movie to
chat. Long distance dating, baby! We were on a date, long distance,
watching the same scenes and talking to each other with popcorn and
cola. Now, that’s hi-tech dating, I tell you.
We wanted to meet each other but time just wouldn’t permit. And each
time we decided to meet up, there was always something or the other that
got in the way. The daily calls shifted to mush and sweet love,
and we spent long hours talking to each other. There was mush every
day, and on those days when the love was low and the minutes were few,
we ended up missing each other all the more.
One fine day earlier this month, we finally decided to meet up and
planned the whole day out. It was a movie and coffee date, which was
great as it had been several months since we had seen each other. The
day before the date, we were all excited and happy to see each other. I
wanted to kiss her on the date ,
and I mentioned it aloud to her. Her bubbly blush almost had me melting
in my couch. At that time, there was nothing in the world to bother me.
Life is beautiful. I love my city. O๠il fait bon vivre!
Setting the sparks in love on fire
The next day, as planned, we both skipped work and met up at a mall.
We watched a mushy movie and held hands the whole while. We whispered
and giggled, and we just cuddled. The perfect way to watch a movie.
After the movie, we went to a café and the mush was at an all time high.
The sparks in love were ready to explode.
At that point, she was my girlfriend, and I, her boyfriend. There was
so much tension between us, and the chemistry in love was incredible.
Soon, it was late in the evening, and time for the inevitable parting. I
wanted to kiss her, and she knew that, but we never had the
opportunity. The movie hall was crowded and she wasn’t very much into public display of affection, not at least with some guy who wasn’t ‘her boyfriend’.
That’s what I presumed anyways. We sat down in my car, and headed to
her place. A little something in my head squirmed inside me. Maybe, just
maybe, there was still a chance to kiss her. The whole way, my lips
were extra-dry and my throat was parched.
I was panicking, and the drive seemed exceptionally short. We got to
her place, and she didn’t have her keys. And her sister who was supposed
to be home was out. Rats! There isn’t any privacy on the streets
anymore.
Hoping for another chance
She phoned her sister and apparently, both of them were supposed to
go over to their cousin’s place for dinner that night. She smiled and
asked me to drop her off at her cousin’s place. My heart was beating,
and fast. I was running out of luck big time. We drove over to her
cousin’s place, and thankfully the streets were dark. Little rays of
light every now and then.
Good. I shut the engine and held her hand. I licked my lips
discreetly. She saw that. And laughed! Ouch!! A few minutes in the car,
on a dark street, a lonely one. Sweet! All of a sudden, I saw the bright
light of opportunity. This was it, I knew it. The sparks in love will
fly any moment now. I was supposed to kiss her. And if I couldn’t seize
this moment, perhaps I would never ever recognize opportunity even if it
knocks me down on a railroad!
Sparks in love. Ignite!
I moved in for the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around her. She smiled
at me and hugged me. It felt so damn good, I wouldn’t know how to
explain it even if I tried. I parted slightly from the hug and kissed
her cheeks, and then her neck, and got closer to her lips. And finally, I
pressed my lips softly against hers, and there it was, bursts of
lightning and flashlights. I was falling down, G-Force was on a hundred
fold, and it felt ecstatic.
A few seconds of blind maneuvering later, I opened my eyes. And there
she was, staring into me like she just saw a ghost! I looked at her,
trying to read her mind. She didn’t seem too happy, but she wasn’t going
to slap me either.
“Well…?” I asked her.
“I’m so sorry, but I just didn’t feel the spark!”
The balloons burst. Again and again in slow motion. The waves crashed
like a typical movie scene. I felt like a Lilliputian. My respiratory
system failed. I lost my voice. What was that? It registered!
Omigawd, what had she just said? I was devastated. I just laughed out
though, and so did she. She apologized again and told me she was so
sorry, but she just couldn’t feel a thing. Well, another try then?
Nope. She just knew it. It wasn’t going to happen! Awww…. Come on!
Why worry about sparks of love when I could get fireworks, then? Nope.
A spark? Now, what the hell was that? No one ever told me anything
about sparks in love! But then, we were friends too, so we hugged and I
thanked her for a nice time and hit the road. The whole way, all I could
think of was the damn spark. And what it had to do with chemistry in
love.
Licking my wounds. Hating sparks.
I got back home and we chatted late at night. We laughed about it,
and I pestered her to tell me more about our “special” kiss. She
elaborated about not feeling the spark, the chemistry in love when we
kissed. She told me that she loved me, and that I was very special and
cute, but yet, she just couldn’t connect with me when we kissed.
All of a sudden, at that moment, I felt like I was her gay
confidante. The same guy who hangs out, talks about panties and boobie
sizes, and yet the girls don’t get attracted to him sexually. What? I
couldn’t help but feel like I was the King of Loserville!
Ewww! Wait a second, even ewww sounds gay! I should say “Damn!” We
talked for a few hours about our ‘Gay Date’, and life was back to
normal. My manhood wasn’t, though. I still felt emasculated. I
remembered ‘Bedazzled’, the movie in which Brendan Fraser turns into a
gay and kisses his crush, and couldn’t find the spark.
Ouch! A further shrink in manhood. Maybe I just rushed it, that’s
what I think. Maybe I should have stuck with the Rule Book, moved in 90%
and waited for her to move in the 10% so she could have been ready for
it. Yeah? Maybe. That’s all she said. Or maybe I should just wear
fluorescent pants and a short navel revealing body-fit silk shirt, and
get my right ear pierced. Damn!
The importance of chemistry in love
Life was back to normal again for us. We still talk on phone, and
I’ve gotten over that incident. I still try and convince her to forget
the fact that we kissed that day. I still blame the café though. Maybe
they had laced her drink with some kind of “anti-love spark feeler”
powder.
She laughs each time I say that. Could she give me another chance? I
hope so. We still share our Muah’s and I love you’s on phone. I still
don’t know much about sparks in love, but I’m hoping the next time we
meet, there would be something like that in her head, well, if that
makes her feel better when she kisses me!
Moving on with my life
I’ve gotten over my Gay Boy alter-ego, and I’m starting to feel like a
man again. Yeah man! And we’ve been keeping the mushy and lovey
conversations going too. I think she would feel that spark the next time
I kiss her. Serious! I’m not going to make the first move though, I’ll
stick with my 90% and wait for her 10%. Someday, just someday, I think
she’ll take that 10% and kiss me back.
But hey, until then, we’re happy to be there for each other. It’s a
good life, and in our personal secret love story that’s loaded with chemistry, she’s my beautiful princess and I, her prince charming!
I still hate sparks in love
But you know what? I still think I’m going to hate that damn thing
called Spark! It’s annoying, frustrating, and most of all, it made me
feel emasculated, for crying out loud!!! And whatever it is, just as
long as she feels it, I’m happy about it.
But thinking aloud, if only I knew what the hell that spark thing was, perhaps our first kiss story
may have been really memorable. But it still is. So what’s the moral I
see in my story? Ahem… In love, maybe you don’t really need a spark to
make a kiss memorable. You just need two people who love each other
against all odds, and are willing to give each other a second chance.
Who needs sparks in love when you really do want a second chance, eh?
What say you?
Chemistry in love and sparks in love may not always reveal
itself in an obvious manner. But in those unfortunate moments like first
kisses, it vanishes just when you need it most. We sure do know a lot
of spark haters out there!
