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Seeing Eye to Eye

10 March, 2005 (01:34) | Women

There’s something about catching a woman’s gaze that sends shivers down my spine. There’s a depth to eyes that rivals what’s truly inside someone. you look into them and you can see the raw emotions swirling about, even if you can’t decipher which emotions they are. When you catch a person’s gaze on the street, one of two things happen: either they look away abruptly indicating that they wanted to remain voyeuristically hidden, or they smile, say hi, and perhaps, if you’re lucky (or unlucky in some cases), strike up a conversation. This alone is indication of the power of the eyes.

Beyond that, the gaze of attraction, interest, or even passing approval is enough to cause my soul to glow with the brightness of a major nuclear meltdown.

[ed – That’s one of the least poetic poetic statements ever made.]

As I entered the train to my terminal at DIA, a lovely young woman caught my eye across the train. Normally, I’d probably just gawk, stare, or look away, but when our eyes made contact, all I could do was smile. She got out of the train and headed towards the escalator, myself in pursuit. Of course, those trains were packed, so I was nearly 20 yards behind her by the time I got to the escalator. Her entire ride up, she kept her eyes trained on mine, only turning away when changing escalators.

When I reached the top, she had turned and was headed towards the other end of the terminal from where I wanted to go. The choice was there. I could follow her, strike up a conversation, maybe get her number and perhaps a date when we both were back. Or I could go to my gate, fly home, and hope for another beauty another day. I think you can guess which I chose.

Regardless, that moment has stayed with me. Her light brown eyes meeting mine. Few memories will stay with me like that has.

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  • E) of asian descent (other than japanese) and have lived in tokyo.

    i’ve kissed the majority of my friends (both male and female) on the lips. i could count the ones i haven’t on my hands.

  • E) of asian descent (other than japanese) and have lived in tokyo.

    i’ve kissed the majority of my friends (both male and female) on the lips. i could count the ones i haven’t on my hands.

  • my grandparents used to have a pachinko machine in their family room. maybe they still do. i don’t know, i don’t pay attention when i go to their house anymore. we were never allowed to play it, it was just there for decoration. actually, thinking about it, it definitely isn’t there anymore. and we’re nowhere near anything of asian descent (pure whiteys).

    and i have kissed friends on the lips. more often than not when i’m drunk, but it’s not like i’m trying to give them tongue or anything. it’s just a friendly thing.

  • my grandparents used to have a pachinko machine in their family room. maybe they still do. i don’t know, i don’t pay attention when i go to their house anymore. we were never allowed to play it, it was just there for decoration. actually, thinking about it, it definitely isn’t there anymore. and we’re nowhere near anything of asian descent (pure whiteys).

    and i have kissed friends on the lips. more often than not when i’m drunk, but it’s not like i’m trying to give them tongue or anything. it’s just a friendly thing.

  • Man. Spin the bottle last weekend ruined my record.

    I kissed a good number of my friends on the lips, as well as one girl who is a friend, and two who I didn’t know.

    I didn’t feel dirty. I felt childish. They were stupid little peck kisses. Spin the bottle needs to be played drunkenly to ensure more crazy moments.

  • Man. Spin the bottle last weekend ruined my record.

    I kissed a good number of my friends on the lips, as well as one girl who is a friend, and two who I didn’t know.

    I didn’t feel dirty. I felt childish. They were stupid little peck kisses. Spin the bottle needs to be played drunkenly to ensure more crazy moments.

  • when it comes to gender, there is no sex discrimination on my part (only when it comes to kissing). I just think its fun. However, if I had the decision to kiss a girl or kiss a guy with herpes I would definantly kiss a girl who does not have herpes. It definantly depends on the senario and not the gender (herpe infested hot dog breath man versus girl-girl lips). I would pick the latter.

  • when it comes to gender, there is no sex discrimination on my part (only when it comes to kissing). I just think its fun. However, if I had the decision to kiss a girl or kiss a guy with herpes I would definantly kiss a girl who does not have herpes. It definantly depends on the senario and not the gender (herpe infested hot dog breath man versus girl-girl lips). I would pick the latter.

  • For some reason, I am turned on by the man kissers above. whoa.

  • For some reason, I am turned on by the man kissers above. whoa.

  • Herpes is definitely no good.

    Hmm… should I be worried about that turning you on? I mean, they’re very butch men…

  • Herpes is definitely no good.

    Hmm… should I be worried about that turning you on? I mean, they’re very butch men…

  • Exactly. There’s a certain stigma when two guys kiss, but even then, I don’t think it’s a big deal. Hell, I’ll swap spit with another guy for laughs… of course, usually the other guy isn’t down, but whatever.

  • Exactly. There’s a certain stigma when two guys kiss, but even then, I don’t think it’s a big deal. Hell, I’ll swap spit with another guy for laughs… of course, usually the other guy isn’t down, but whatever.

  • Mmm… never played spin the bottle, sorry.

  • Mmm… never played spin the bottle, sorry.

  • See, I need more friends like you.

  • See, I need more friends like you.

  • ***adjusts pilgrim hat****

    it depends on the people involved though… I wouldn’t expect it from you because I have scarcely seen you show a hint of affection towards anyone… Save Emily. And a kiss on the lips is certainly affectionate… But more so than social morays, cold sores and bacteria-ridden saliva are the things that make me nervous about it…

  • ***adjusts pilgrim hat****

    it depends on the people involved though… I wouldn’t expect it from you because I have scarcely seen you show a hint of affection towards anyone… Save Emily. And a kiss on the lips is certainly affectionate… But more so than social morays, cold sores and bacteria-ridden saliva are the things that make me nervous about it…

  • I understand the saliva-fear, but I think there’s a huge difference between a kiss on the lips and saliva swapping.

    I still don’t get the social mores thing, but I doubt I ever will.

  • I understand the saliva-fear, but I think there’s a huge difference between a kiss on the lips and saliva swapping.

    I still don’t get the social mores thing, but I doubt I ever will.

  • first of all, you left out the part about how i kicked fucking ass at pachinko. as in, i emptied the thing of it’s precious little marbles multiple times. but you included my drawing, so i’ll forgive you for leaving out the aforementioned detail.

    and about the kissing, the more i think about it, the more i realize that i’ve kissed damn near all of my friends on the lips. well, lots of my friends from college, at any rate. you see, there’s this thing called mad feast (short for madrigal feast) back at school. it’s a medieval christmas themed seven course meal. tickets are bought in large groups so that people can end up going with their friends. one of the traditions at these things is the kissing fruit. someone takes a piece of fruit, walks over to someone they know, and gives them the kissing fruit in exchange for a kiss (usually on the lips). and thus, the kissing fruit is passed incestuously around large groups of people. when people get bored/antsy, new items such as the kissing piece of cheese or the kissing shank are spontaneously added to the mix.

    and there are a couple of my friends whom i’ve full-on made out with. first time was early in my freshman year in college. a small number of us were hanging out on a couple couches in the dorm courtyard. erin, seema, and tree, for some reason or other, were taking turns making out with each other, kind of just for the hell of it. and then erin goes, “i want to make out with zak.” uhhhh… what? you know what a calamity my (lack of a) lovelife was in high school, so you can see how that didn’t compute right away. anyway, after my brain was able to process what had just happened, i was like, “okay.” and then i made out with erin. and then tree. and then erin again. that was a really nice kiss.

    and then there’s drew, the only guy i’ve ever made out with. it was last summer and we were both rather drunk. in high spirits, i gave him a goodbye kiss on the lips at the end of the night. then he yelled, “more tongue!” happy to oblige, i gave him a slip o the tongue. but he had cigarette mouth, so it was not the most pleasurable thing.

    and then there was the time that grant touched my penis…

  • first of all, you left out the part about how i kicked fucking ass at pachinko. as in, i emptied the thing of it’s precious little marbles multiple times. but you included my drawing, so i’ll forgive you for leaving out the aforementioned detail.

    and about the kissing, the more i think about it, the more i realize that i’ve kissed damn near all of my friends on the lips. well, lots of my friends from college, at any rate. you see, there’s this thing called mad feast (short for madrigal feast) back at school. it’s a medieval christmas themed seven course meal. tickets are bought in large groups so that people can end up going with their friends. one of the traditions at these things is the kissing fruit. someone takes a piece of fruit, walks over to someone they know, and gives them the kissing fruit in exchange for a kiss (usually on the lips). and thus, the kissing fruit is passed incestuously around large groups of people. when people get bored/antsy, new items such as the kissing piece of cheese or the kissing shank are spontaneously added to the mix.

    and there are a couple of my friends whom i’ve full-on made out with. first time was early in my freshman year in college. a small number of us were hanging out on a couple couches in the dorm courtyard. erin, seema, and tree, for some reason or other, were taking turns making out with each other, kind of just for the hell of it. and then erin goes, “i want to make out with zak.” uhhhh… what? you know what a calamity my (lack of a) lovelife was in high school, so you can see how that didn’t compute right away. anyway, after my brain was able to process what had just happened, i was like, “okay.” and then i made out with erin. and then tree. and then erin again. that was a really nice kiss.

    and then there’s drew, the only guy i’ve ever made out with. it was last summer and we were both rather drunk. in high spirits, i gave him a goodbye kiss on the lips at the end of the night. then he yelled, “more tongue!” happy to oblige, i gave him a slip o the tongue. but he had cigarette mouth, so it was not the most pleasurable thing.

    and then there was the time that grant touched my penis…

  • You man-slut! I’m never swapping spit with you again!

    And damn, that was long…

  • You man-slut! I’m never swapping spit with you again!

    And damn, that was long…