Love at First Sight: My Side of the Story

Source: Elizabeth Roper Marcus

My husband Michael and I fell in love at first sight, and for 50 years I’ve always told the story about that afternoon the same way. We met by chance. He’d been asked to give a lift to a college friend of mine who had been invited to the same out-of-town wedding. On their way home, they’d stopped to visit me at my parents’ country house, where I was recovering from jaw surgery. My friend called to warn me, “The guy I’m with is a dork, but he’s willing to make the detour.”

Michael arrived looking remarkable in a baby-blue suit and matching fedora, not to mention the huge turquoise ring he’d bought in Nepal on a medical fellowship—it was 1969, after all. And I? My head was wrapped like a mummy’s except for a little oval of a face from forehead to upper lip. And I couldn’t talk. Though enthralled by his travel tales, which may never before have received such rapturous attention, I remained necessarily mute. Whatever passed between us, though, was enough. As Michael and my friend were leaving, she whispered to me, “Thanks for showing me what a terrific guy he is!” Too late. The spot on my forehead where he kissed me goodbye I could feel for hours afterward.

I’ve always ended the story laughing about how Michael fell for me under false pretenses, not knowing what a talker I am. Only very recently have I been struck with the realization that there’s another side to the story I’ve managed never to notice.

Why do we fall in love with the person we do?

The question of what predisposes us to fall for one particular person was taken up for serious study by Helen Fisher, the biological anthropologist and love expert, who developed the theory of the unconscious “love map,” which is created in each of us by a combination of our neurology and early experiences. What drives the dynamic between romantic couples has innumerable variations. We may seek a partner who tolerates anxiety the way we do, who has some strength that can compensate for some weakness in us, someone who we think loves something particular in us, a mate similar to the parent with whom we have unresolved childhood issues, and on and on.

I favor the idea that what determines which of these patterns best fits each of us is its ability to satisfy our single most essential need. I think that’s what we mean when we say that the person we are in love with “completes” us. When you both get that feeling simultaneously, you’re off and running. You have what to work with—because love and marriage are definitely work.

Of the many possibilities, the one that best fit Michael and me was the one about “unresolved childhood issues” with a parent. To be clear, this dynamic does not lead to a search for the opposite of the toxic parent, such as someone who is giving, when the parent was withholding. A simple inversion of the parental dynamic has no appeal at all. It can even be a turnoff; an admirer with the flip side of the hated traits can seem insincere or boring. Instead what you want is a partner with whom you can relive the every-single-day-of-your-childhood pain so that you can fix it, once and for all, again and again. In this way, you can continuously and actively triumph over your sad history—just as you’d always wished you could. Your effort is what brings deep satisfaction and makes the reenactment real.

Where our stories led us

In Michael’s case, he had to fight constantly for the love of his accomplished and vivacious mother, because she pitted him and his twin brother against one another. And because they had to share everything—sleeping together in one of their two rooms and studying together in the other—there was no escape from each other’s archenemy. Michael, the good-behaving son, worked hard in the shadows, while his misbehaving brother caused the uproar and got the attention.

What Michael, then, most needed was a woman who would focus on him, but someone with competing interests, someone whose notice he would have to earn. He claims to have had no trouble reading in my face my run-away curiosity and a familiar vivacity. It didn’t hurt that my friend had initially failed to appreciate him.

In my case, my mother was also the problem. An aggressive executive who turned over my care to a live-in nanny, she saw her role as child-fixer, counting the “you know”s when I spoke at the dinner table, pouncing on my word choice or pronunciation. Fixated on the surface, she never got to the underlying thoughts. An instinct for self-preservation kept me quiet.

What did I, then, most want in a partner? I never actually stopped to wonder! The story of our meeting was polished to perfection, and I never considered that it might be incomplete. Only very recently did this question of my need come up, when a friend volunteered his most profound childhood yearning and his wife’s ability to satisfy it perfectly. The instant my friend asked, though, I knew the answer: I needed a man I could get to listen to me!

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The ah-ha moment

At which point, it suddenly dawned on me, could it possibly be a coincidence that I fell in love with Michael when I couldn’t speak? The afternoon we met, he did all the talking—while I once again, in my parent’s home, swallowed my thoughts. Michael, however, didn’t view me critically; in fact, his approval was palpable. Michael lit up in response to my fascination with him, and I lit up in response to the love in his eyes. Here was my chance to relive my childhood anguish and repair it! Michael and I shared a lot: a hunger for experience, travel, learning, trying new things, and a similar background. But what clinched the deal for both of us was returning at that moment to our key struggles, which we sensed this time we could finally win.

And so I came to see, in a flash, that it was probably not Michael who was fooled by my silence. Instead, for all these many years, it is I who have failed to see that my being unable to speak when we met was the very thing that made Michael’s love irresistible.