How You Meet The One

I’d superglue my seat belt.

First night of The Bachelor, if I was one of twenty-five women slipping out of a limo to meet the man of our dreams, I’d superglue my seat belt. It’s not the worst idea.

The Bachelor would stride to my limo. I’d grunt all cute like (Can you grunt cutely?). He’d duck inside and reach across to jerk me free. Maybe he’d flash me a reassuring smile. Maybe our noses would brush. Maybe just maybe he wouldn’t forget me. While most contestants only clock fifteen seconds of awkward, with my first impression I’d gain more time, more genuine contact, and make him come to me.

A meet cute—it matters.

It is boy meets girl. It is how you meet The One.

If you are Mom or Granny or not a hopeless romantic, you may believe a meet cute—cute or not—makes no difference. The man—he’s the most important part. Because, who cares about the how as long as you have the who?

I get that. I do.

Men are rather vital characters.

They just aren’t everything. On average, men live shorter lifespans than women. This means probably one day I will be in an old folk’s home by my lonesome.

And let me tell you. . . When I am at the knitting circle, I’d prefer to tell my love story, my meet cute, as it happened. But between you and me, if it’s lame, I am going to make up a better one. Even if my family wants to go and call it dementia.

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Now, a friend railed on me about caring more about the how-do-you-do than the happily ever after.

The Right Guy will make you forget all about that “crap,” she said. This made me feel like a heartless human being and in turn, question my aspirations to be a romance author all together. After all, how cute is a real-life meet cute if the story doesn’t matter? Why bother writing romance if it’s all “crap?”

Naturally, I turned to my favorite TV couple for answers.

Rookie Andy McNally met an undercover Sam Swarek when she accidentally arrested him. That was their meet cute. Adorbs. But my favorite scene takes place years later. Sam’s been shot, and Andy rides with him in the ambulance.

She tells him a story of them being normal. At the end of the scene she says, “I love you. You are my story, Sam. You.”

Andy never once mentions how they met, which forced me to exert more brain power.

Here’s what I came up with: Meet cutes matter because for some reasons firsts are unforgettable.

Ask anyone of The Bachelor contestants. Remembering twenty-five names in one night is unrealistic. The second they step out of the limo, game on. They’ve got to put their gimmick into play and win the first impression rose.

However, just because meet cutes are first doesn’t mean they’re best. Like Andy and Sam, the small middle moments will be the meat of a love story.

Do you have a meet cute story to share? I’d love to hear it.

But if you’d like to hear more: I recommend the Mental Floss article 11 Rom-Com Worthy Real-Life Meet-Cutes or Laurie Tomlinson’s Favourite Meet-Cutes. Of course, I’d be flattered if you hung out here for a listen of 7 Future Love Songs Better Than “Dear Future Husband and muse about someday.

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My name is Nichole—Nichole Parks. Not to be confused with Nicholas Sparks. Nicky boy handles the drama. And me? I take on the trauma. Dark humor is my specialty.

4 thoughts on “How You Meet The One

  1. This isn’t quite a meet cute, but bear with me. Over two years ago, this boy had his eye on me, but I was totally clueless. We were playing on the same inter mural ultimate Frisbee team of which he was the captain. First, I can some schedule conflicts, and he rescheduled each of our games to make sure that I could play. There was also some point where apparently this boy hit me pretty hard on the head with a Frisbee. He was worried that he had blown it. Maybe its luck or maybe its brain damage, but I have no recollection of the event. Nevertheless, its a funny, pursuit cute story to tell.

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    1. Aww. I’m sure rescheduling was no easy feat either! That’s the second ultimate Frisbee love story I’ve heard in the past year. . . Maybe I should branch out from yoga. . . Join a team? 😉 Thank you for sharing!

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