I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seem’d to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand–Did one but know!
– Christina Rossetti
Romantic comedies seem occupied with capturing that electric first meeting, the ‘meet cute’. Hell, How I Met Your Mother has spent nine television series building up to it. However, as much as I overindulge on Nora Ephron scripted movies, I’ve always been more of a fan of more ordinary love stories because sometimes the only answer to the dreaded “How did you two meet?” is a shrug and a smile.
Jeanne Sutton @jeannedesutun