Falling in love...

I read an article a while back about falling in love. This wasn't some sappy, overly romantic article written by some love-crazed woman. It was looking at the different aspects of love and falling in love, like scientific aspects. Apparently, they defined "falling in love" as that euphoric feeling one gets when they first start to love someone. According to this article (which I wish I could find again so I could link it to this blog), if you have been in a relationship for a while and you no longer have that "euphoric feeling," you can try to rekindle the feeling by staring into your partner's eyes. It is through eye contact, according to the article I read, that we can make ourselves fall in love all over again...I'm not sure I buy it, but whatever. When I had first read it, I had joked with Phoenix, "If you ever fall out of love with me, I'm going to make you stare into my eyes for two minutes! Then you'll love me again!" We laughed and moved on.


Last night, as we laid in bed watching Property Virgins and House Hunters and God only knows what else on HGTV (Never turn this channel on! You'll lose yourself in the shows!), we were chatting. She said something about loving me and I had joked something about it's a good thing she does, otherwise I'd make her stare at me until she did. She asked about that article again, so I gave her the Cliffnotes version of it, similar to the one I provided above, and she laughed. She also suggested we try it. I mean, if it's supposed to give you that feeling with the butterflies and all that crap, then what's the big deal, right? It's not going to hurt anything...


We sat there looking into each other's eyes quietly for about two seconds, then she started talking. "I'm going to look into your one pretty eye," she said. This is an old joke from when we first started talking. She didn't believe me that I have hazel eyes because all the pictures I had on MySpace were from far away and she had assumed I had brown eyes, so I had sent her a picture of my right eye. (When I tried to take a close up shot of both eyes, I looked cross-eyed, which I'm not.) So, since then, she has always joked that I have, "one pretty eye." I laughed and said, "Thanks." Then she pointed out that my right eye was more open than my left, to which I said, "I know. It's really obvious in pictures when I grin. I don't know why it does that." She said, "I never noticed." Again, I was quiet, but she kept talking and all I could think was, "How am I supposed to fall in love with you if you keep talking!?" I didn't say this though...And now she'll be reading it and I'll probably be sleeping on the couch tonight...Oh well...At least then the cat will leave me alone since she likes to sleep on the bed at me feet and attack me any time my feet move.


We lasted about a minute and change before she stopped looking at me. I asked, "What're you doing?" She said, "That was two minutes. Probably more." I said, "I was counting. That was like a minute fifteen." She laughed. Perhaps this is why so many people fall out of love...They can't be bothered to look at their partner for more than a minute or so...