I have this burning question I want to ask the universe, so I thought I’d start with the closest thing in my orbit – my husband, Great Guy.

I pick him up at the commuter train and as soon as he buckles-up I ask, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No, I’m just wondering – globally – if there is love at first sight.”

“Did I forget our anniversary?” I assure him, no. This is just one of my musings.

“Oh I get it. You’re reading one of those women’s magazines. Why don’t we concentrate on the articles about making your partner happy in bed? I can answer any of those musings you have.”

“Really, is it so hard to answer “do you believe in love at first sight?”

“We’ve been together for, what, 37 years? The answer is yes, it was love at first sight.”

“So you fell in love with me at first sight?”

“Yes, you and all the girls in your dorm.”

I slap him on the arm. “I just want to know if you believe in the concept of love at first sight.”

“No. It’s ridiculous. Any guy who tells a girl it is love at first sight just wants to get laid or impress the girl’s friends. It’s just a storyline. It’s not true. But I do believe in dislike at first sight.  When you met me, was it love at first sight?”

“I’m not even sure I liked you at first sight.”

“Proves my point.”

“And I’m not sure how I feel about you at this very moment.”

“Now we’re talking. What do the women’s magazines say about that?”

“Dump him and find your true happiness.”

He leans in to me. “You can’t. I’ve grown on you.”

My heart softens.

“Like mold. And you can’t get rid of me.”

Be still my heart.