How to be in Love in 5 Minutes.

How to Fall in Love in 5 Minutes

 "Have you ever fallen in love?" I asked a French with a mustache the size of a stick. I was technically working for Paris, but I could not resist the unknown, the perspective one of the search for "simply love." The French looked at me as I was crazy.

"Yes of course! 12 times at least. I could even now in five minutes. Give me a glass of wine, jazz and a woman who knows Sartre.

 When I ask this question in San Francisco, men use and how. They ask me to define exactly what I mean with the word "love". After creating a definition of five paragraphs (attorneys attorneys), * you can * consider a person in their life that fits the bill. How love has turned into a grandiose and unachievable concept? It should be easy, right?

 

My hypothesis: Most 30+ single Americans are afraid of love.

It was not always like this. When I was seven years old, Terry Fistick sent me a note saying, "I love you" in the middle of the second year of the time multiplication table.
After his scribbled notes received when I saw the prospect of love. He loved karate, was wearing blue and had a fabulous shot. Finished! It took less than five minutes to decide that I was in love myself, and blushing, I went the note with the checked field "Yes" (I love you too). After that was settled, I loved him with all the passion that a player began Beverly Cleary gathering and invited him to play and kiss in the park.
During my 30 years, things have not been so easy. We have all become clearer. The scars have occurred, the walls appeared, and all seemed to be in love and vulnerable to be more frightening than during the holidays.
Why do we tend to build the ideal partners in unrealistic epic proportions and refuse coffee with anyone who does not meet more than 25 points on our criteria list? "I'd rather concentrate on my career," the explanation comes. "At least I can control it."
Who wants control? And what love from a list? If you want a few tips tips to fall in love - Stolen in Paris, of course.

 # 1 Stop dating.

Focus your energy on a person. Yes, it means putting ALL your (organic) eggs in a basket.
"We soon fled, then fall in love, and then we decide if we love each other," explained a Brit in the 3rd arrondissement of Paris.
In the US there is this complicated game called dating where you claim to like several people at the same time and usually do the OPPOSITE of what you actually want. A man waits 3 days to call, a girl waits 5 dates to sleep with him. You claim that you are busy when you are not and you never know how someone feels at any time. It's a mind game, not a game of imagination.
Mainly with the Europeans, I am a complete failure.
"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Application American datee n ° 1.
I do nothing apart from asking myself why I have so many pairs of socks unmatched in my drawer, but the American rules book says you can never accept any minute. You're supposed to look mysterious.
"Oh, you know, really busy, get ready to go to the clubs." I die from a flashing reindeer noel spark in the right hand, wondering how they decided to tie a song button with " Jingle Bells "directly into Rudolf's buttocks.
"Clubs? Right now?" He asked, obviously confused.
It was six o'clock. One Tuesday.
"Well, whatever ... I was going to see if you wanted to go to the Independent, but I'll ask the other girl I'm going out ..." he said .
Refused again ... and literally left the house alone at a dinner clasp. And a bunch of socks.
"I missed out so much," the funny fools on their Friday night couch, luckily eating the remaining lasagne. "All those butterflies for maybe Mister Right! Is not it fun?" He asked.
Fun?! If you had butterflies in your belly, they perished in a day, drowning in indigestion induced by acid anxiety.
In addition to a permanent stomach ache, dispersing your energy on riddle games through multiple people removes all the joy of falling, a better described sensation as "twittered" where the subject's name is damaged in the margins Of the notebook and refers to any conversation annoying your friends.
Europeans do not "date". Europeans are focused on the laser. They are watching you through the cafe, their pupils swallowing you as if you were an ice cone. They decide, at this moment, to take a stroke of faith and make you go down the rabbit hole with them. There are no riddles. Just the heat. With one person. Right now. For a day. For a month. Or for eternity.

# 2 Take a chance

I recently returned from a family reunion where I was dining my mother passed on to my father a love poem. They first fell for each other 40 eyars at the cowboy bar. Their first date was a week-long bike trip to the state of Montana. My mother told me that true love is risky. "If you do not take a crazy chance on someone, you will never receive the benefits," she said.
As my mother's (impulsive) daughter, I fell for a New York man after spending 48 hours with him when he was in San Francisco on business. I wanted to go cycling with him too. Then, after his departure, I wrote him a love letter in the light of the candles, sealed it in the wax drop by drop and sent it to Manhattan. (This wax-sealing kit has been the subject of much torment throughout my adult life, but I'm wandering ...)
"You told him you loved him?" Said a desperate friend. "Oh, god, you're beyond hope. Please do not tell me you used your pen of calligraphy and scattered perfume on him too. . "
"Um ..." I blushed. "It's a really subtle perfume ..."
"That's it, Jesus, you do not have any left-handed cards, he's american, the game is over, he knows now how you feel!" Just take a picture of yourself in a white dress Holding a sign "I do" why did not you? "
But is not this the purpose: let someone know how we feel? Otherwise, how would someone fall in love or reap his profits?

 I remember when I wrote the letter, strong emotion. Through words to paper to paper, I fell in love with myself. Something about the admission of one's feelings strengthened, and they intoxicate you. Good people, people of the word, open people's heart, and appreciate your love metaphors. If someone is intimidated by your expression, run fast and go far.

# 3 People like what is in front of you NOW!

So many people have a long list of criteria for their souls' partners. But I think that wait for Mr. or Ms. Right or caused an intense despair, a stupid calculation. When Marianne Williamson writes in "A Return to Love", there is no "right" because it is not a "wrong" one. Many people have long and ridiculous lists of things to establish, they need to find in a partner and so neglect to make beautiful diamonds up to date they might like ... right now! Marianne says that maybe the person is not for eternity, but as a gift to help, learn, grow and love until you are ready for the arrival of your soul sister.
We are all the hard diamonds. And there are so many beautiful people that we can learn and grow. This is not the perfect person to find: it is the person to find that inspires us. Now. Why our love horde? You can also surprise someone ...

# 4 Overinduldge

I admit, I am a drunken gourmet chocolate eater, which is a passion for elegant hotel rooms. But I think the excess interest is very important to love. We as Americans are so successful all the time, including me. No fat, no carbohydrates, no sleep after 7am so we got the gym. With these limitations, it is amazing that someone is in love at all. 

So ... for love in a 5-minute plan, we must teach ourselves to give and give in hedonistic pressure. Love comes through the senses after all. Mors in this chocolate cake with molten lava and does not think of the consequences. Let the sinful aromas overwhelm you. Suddenly you will be open to the possibilities of a more attractive way. With this third glass of wine. Who cares? Lose control and inhibit inhibitions. Let yourself fall into a rabbit hole with a stranger and fall in love. For a night, a week or for the rest of your life. Take the risk of another person! What is the worst thing that can happen? She will open your heart, perhaps the break, and then you will remove the ground and trot again. When the world ends tomorrow, is not it any better, all have a great love put on the line to a cellar?
In the end love prevails. For this reason, the castles were built, written songs, and we go every Saturday night. We all want to last a special eternity, but by this time we can not just enjoy more love? It is certainly better than reorganizing socks.
Love is a force more terrifying than any other. It is invisible - it can not be seen or measured, but it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possessions could possess.

original post by MrWhity