Posting on blogs or anything else of this kind of format is not my cup of tea but here goes nothing. I suppose the point of this is to prove (maybe just to myself) that the “right person” (or the right look from that person) can awaken another person’s bleak outlook on love and the hope of love (whether real or imagined).

Maybe, just maybe, there is something to that old wives tail about “love at first sight.” I have never believed in “love at first sight” or in fairy tails for that matter. I would always pretend I was happy for the sake of my two beautiful kids. Personally, my dreams, hopes and aspirations were shattered a few years ago and that wore me down emotionally and turned me into an inward-pessimistic walking dead man.

Anyway, I thought love at first sight was hocus- pocus. That is, until today Saturday November 25, 2005 at 2:45 PM. It goes like this, my son my daughter and I were at Macy’s department store in center city. We were standing in a very long but worthwhile line (for their sake) to see the Dickens Village.

While in line, the most beautiful women I have ever seen began to talk to me. When I turned to look at her and into her beautiful eyes my mind immediately went blank. I thought I was frozen in time and I suppose I was. I couldn’t think of anything to say, not even anything stupid or meaningless. I just stood there, smiled and stared at her. I’m in my mid forty’s now and I felt like a teenager again. For the first time in quite a while I smiled at someone from the bottom of my broken heart. The same heart I thought I had lost. Today, I knew it was still there because it was beating fast, really fast.