The Spark

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We have all had that moment of instant sexual attraction. I looked across at my husband when I first saw him at a party and had that spark. Mostly it was, ‘Look at that ass!’ This post is about how deceptive it can be. When I started college I had to take two buses to get to my campus. After a few days, I noticed that a handsome young man was taking the same two buses and going to another college close to mine. There was plenty of time to look at each other because the journey took over an hour. I was 17 and very shy – today I would just sit next to him and start chatting. So, for a whole year we just gave each other meaningful glances but nothing happened.

The following year we had moved to two different campuses but still had to take the same bus route. Given that we caught the same bus (and there were plenty of them) and I think we were deliberately planning our encounters. He wasn’t really my usual type; dark, Black Irish probably and serious looking. Another year went past and as we went into our third year of college, I noticed he was now at the same college as me. Still no smile, no talking – just looking. I had split up (again) with my fiancé and I was ‘on the sniff’, as they so delicately put it in Scotland. I still remember what I was wearing that night – a gypsy peasant dress, red with little flowers all over it. My girlfriend and I had gone to the university disco and suddenly THAT guy asked me to dance. My stomach turned over with excitement and anticipation. It didn’t take long for us to figure out that we both had been lusting over each other and when he kissed me – wow!

We started dating and discovered that only did we live in parallel streets but our mothers’ were friends. They were both excited that their children were courting. A strange thing happened on our first date, the day after we met at the disco. His dark stubble was abrasive on my skin and my face broke out in boils. Yes, not zits but horrible large boils – it was an omen… As time progressed we started getting more intimate and even though he was only about 20 years old he had performance issues. He was humiliated and I was perplexed. I knew he had recently had other girlfriends and he insisted that performance was not an issue with them. He told me that he was overwhelmed by my looks, intellect and for lack of a better word, classiness. Although I was mystified, it was obvious that he was telling me the truth.

I was equally overwhelmed that he had no body odor – after a night out in a hot disco he smelled of fresh washing. You would think that would be a good thing but as you know I am an earthy girl see this post Resolution No. 1 – Wash More. I felt intimidated by my own pheromones and natural scent. Since we were now at the same college we were invited to a party, as a couple, hosted by my rowdy male classmates. At some stage in the debauchery, my friends lifted me up and put me on top of the kitchen table to dance – normal behavior for us. This brought out a glowering, possessive and unpleasant new boyfriend who started behaving aggressively towards my friends. I had to stop a potential fight and the next day, at college, my friends urged me to break up with him.

I was considering this anyway because that initial spark of sexual attraction (and very long lasting crush) hadn’t evolved into anything and now that I knew his personality better, he started becoming unattractive to me. We ended our relationship acrimoniously but still had to spend our last year at the same college and take the same bus route. We just pretended that neither existed and I went back ‘on the sniff’. More spark stories to come – no pun intended… 🙂

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25 thoughts on “The Spark

  1. You know, if people were straightforward, a lot of other people would think twice about cutting in line and other public rude behaviors.. If I’m by myself and someone just cuts in line ahead of me, I let them know I am going ahead of them regardless where they’re standing.. If someone is with me I’m not apt to act.. I’m the type person who will offer to let someone ahead of me, if no one’s behind me, if I have a cartful and they have much less to check out.. So someone who just cuts in front, bad idea 😂 I can be straightforward much more than anyone would want..

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  2. Mmm. I think that primal “spark” is often at odds with our human custom of becoming a couple, and also at odds with the concept of male “ownership” of women – as demonstrated by the way he behaved at the party.

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    • It’s a fascinating subject and perhaps it shows how little we have evolved for such a new species. I am truly ruled my sense of smell and choose both male and female friends on that basis along with all the other social norms.

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  3. There was the most gorgeous, outrageously handsome Greek boy three years older than me. All the girls were dotty about him. His beautiful eyes could melt you into a gibbering wreck. After casting shy glances at him for months, he finally asked me out, and took me to a friend’s barbecue. I was walking on air, or maybe sunshine and already planning our wedding, when some fat dripped onto the barbecue, creating a flare-up of the flames and a spluttering of the fat.

    My beau leapt back and whimpered: “Oh, no, now I’ve got grease all over my lovely new shirt.”

    He insisted on driving home to change his shirt and by the time he had returned, I had completely lost interest in him, beautiful as he was. Even as a teenager, I recognised a narcissist when I saw one. I remember he smelt of soap and lemons.

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  4. Pingback: My Crushes… | Postcards from Kerry

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