Ah, the ol’ insta-love. We Grippers write in various genres, of course, from sweet romantic stories through to down and dirty one-handers. Given that the topic is beautifully flexible as regards love or lust at first sight, I’m certain we’ve all dealt with this sweet little seed in many ways.
Insta-love has been a staple of capital-R Romance stories since ancient times, back when Cro-Magnon had to carve them on the walls in Southern France… or something. Love at first sight is a tool which has been employed in millions of stories and for some reason, it seems only recently to have gained its detractors (hey, look at me, referring to last round’s topic!) Why this is, I’m not certain. Surely in the case of Romance stories, readers either go in with their eyes pre-widened, or else they don’t go in at all.
Often in Romance, the insta-love is essentially seen in a mirror. I hate him so much for being so damn irresistible and he’s the worst man in the world and oh, god I need him. That kinda thing. But it’s still insta-love. And in erotica… well, where would a 3,000 word story be if we had to slow-cook that desire? I guess it would leave us with the prologue and nothing more.
I suppose the dislikers might feel it's essentially a kind of cheat, perhaps? A short-hand? I can see why folks might think that, but in the end, when handled well it can be a most delicious little treat. When an author gives us the sensations the hero or heroine feels, when they pin those feelings on something more than just a tight ass or a deep cleavage—showing us magic in the movement of a hand or the kink of an eyebrow—it helps cement that feeling. And it turns the insta-love into that which it needs to be; a fertile seed.
Personally, I adore the inclusion of love or lust at first sight. I can’t speak for the nay-sayers, but I also imagine their dislike could be based on disbelief. I’m certain that initial “zing” doesn’t happen for everyone.
But it did for me.
1988. First day of a music course, in a town ten hours’ drive from my family home. And ten hours’ drive from her family home (not the same home, I hasten to add… not even the same town!) It was a physical sensation the moment we saw each other. And while it took months before either of us had the confidence to make any kind of move (we were both only 18), we’re still together now, 28 years later (plus about a month… September 7, 1988 was our first dinner together).
So I suppose I have no trouble including insta-love/lust in a story simply because I’ve experienced it. It’s my reality and it's ongoing. And growing.