a sparkly-eyed drive-by
everyone stares in asia, mostly. I always look away, holding eye contact can be scary. lately I have been trying to practice looking at people until they look away, but it still makes me uneasy.
at the gallery this weekend, across the crowd, I saw a guy carrying a long, abstract piece of metal out the front doors. I wasn’t paying attention much to what he was carrying, because we locked eyes as he walked, and whatever conversation I was previously having had ceased in this moment. he was so fucking hot.
the moment felt longer than a moment. it felt like eternity. one of those 5-second long eternities, that was pretty short in reality. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. he stared right back, casually licked his lips and vanished out the front door. when he was out of sight I was broken free from the spell. I put my hand over my heart and doubled over to catch my breath.
that was all I could handle.
later, I wanted to talk about it with my friend who witnessed this phenomenon. she said “he looked too cool. but, you’re also cool. so then it really comes down to who’s nicer.”
I thought that was a sweet statement. and I agree.
be the coolest.