Nothing makes my mind race faster than meeting a potential love interest. The immediate fantasy of us together in a day, a month, a year. Compound that with hours of simulated conversation, inventing her quirks, imagining our serendipitous similarities. I imagine how her face looks longing for me, upset with me, placidly looking at a suspect meal on a long road trip. The first smile I ever show her happens after creating a long false history of us.
This is not a healthy start to a relationship.
The best couplings happen when you take things as they come, and pay attention. No one can live up to fantasies.
Still, there is a morbid pleasure in falling deep in love instantly.