I’m not sure I will ever be one of those tarts that believes in something as close to a fairytale as this age old philosophy. I just don’t think I buy it, I mean boy sees girl, girl sees boy, the world stops and enter love first sight.
I think I am far too much of a realistic to believe in something like this.
Now LUST at first sight I can do, any day of the god damn week. Let’s face it with some of the men out and about in this town as of late, there is just no way that you wouldn’t come across one individual every 2 – 3 days (am allowing maximum exposure time for those who are not as socially adept as moi) where the desire to shag them senseless doesn’t wash over you.
Love though is different. It’s more complicated. Tricky even. Crazy B I think is in love at the moment and I must admit then when she first told me about The Yankie the realist in me just thought: Oh brother (apologies Crazy B).
The notion / idea of love at first sight is just too abstract. I need something more concrete. Proof. I have loved and been loved many a times but I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that after knowing someone for 2 weeks you can talk marriage and gawd forbid THE FUTURE with them?! Far too young for conversations like that – mmmm, yes maybe when I am 35 I can start thinking about becoming a monogamous tart; you know settling down and all that jazz. Although after describing it as enthusiastically as I have, I think I’ll pass.
I have many a times been told that I am missing the best feeling ever (this is where I got extremely confused as I thought they were talking about the big O, but after some detailed and debated explanation I was on the same page as the rest of my tarts). Their argument: Love is the thing that… lifts you up to where we belong (sorry being a silly stupid tart now)… the greatest songs of all time (fuck I hate that saying) are about – oh yes cause Eminem was so totally feeling the love when he wrote all of his hits *ba hum bug*
My tarts have apparently given up on me and resided themselves to the fact that I just don’t believe in fairytales. What they don’t realise is that life has taught me that the only happily ever after you will have is the one you create for yourself. The stories we read as kids about true love and happy endings (not to mention 7 dwarfs – have you ever seen 7 dwarfs, cause I sure as fuck haven’t) are just that: stories, tales, nothing more than fables to give us hope that we will find someone someday (ah gawd listen to me, I sound like The Mom) who will witness our lives…
After all this debate and being called a cynic and aloof I did some searching – I started looking for these songs about great love that my tarts kept using as their frame of reference.
And eureka, I think I finally understand what the big fuss is about – this song must surely encapsulate all the feelings that love at first sight induces…
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita Bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore
When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
(That's amore)
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
(That's amore)
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella(Lucky fella)
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore
(Amore)
…NOW That's amore ;)
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