Have you ever had this experience?
For a brief and fleeting moment, your eyes locked, you held each others gaze, you started to speak, but then, oh no, the doors closed, the moment passed, finished, over, done.
Me neither.
Not that I haven't wanted to.
I've often thought it would be so healthy to channel my fantasy life productively. I envision, we met, married, raised extraordinary children, helped in getting the health care reform bill passed, we freely traveled the world, creating philanthropic foundations whereever we went. And world peace. Bill and Melissa, move over. Except she met him at the office. And I don't go to an office. Strike that opportunity.
Snapping back into the here and now, the only eye contact I make is the pleading look that says I'd really like to not race you to get that empty seat. Otherwise, eye contact is studiously avoided. Perhaps explaining why I probably missed my moment.
Since I am pretty clear that you make your own opportunities, and timing is everything, I am resolved to keep my eyes darting furiously back and forth, my mind open and my telepathic energy signaling, you might be the one.
Who better not take my seat.
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Okay – I’d be remiss if I didn’t put the guy’s perspective on the fleeting moment your eyes locked. The elevator doors shut and the first thought is “Wonder what the rest of her looked like?” Since eyes alone can be misleading – most people have two – for the guy, it’s a long way down to the other important attributes.
The brevity of the magical encounter does last about the average (or is it normal – I do read a lot of your blog) elevator ride from the lobby to the sixth floor where other business awaits. During that time, the love making was intense, in the male gray matter, since the assumed animal in the pair of eyes must have an insatiable appetite that must be obeyed.
The next fantasy occurs farther down the sixth floor when the proctologist’s receptionist with the red hair says “it’s good to see you again, please step into examination room 3 and take everything off but your socks.” On a good day, both the pair of eyes and the receptionist are part of the pre-exam entertainment in good old examination room 3.
Then, as it happens so often in my neighborhood, eyes do lock at the nearby Whole Foods and there are no elevator doors (brevity) to contend with. But in these cases I found it prudent to send out the vibe that I’m just not into guys.