I went and done it. I don’t know if any of you believe in it, but I certainly do. Today, I fell in love and I didn’t even have to say a word. Maybe it’s shallow to base such an intense emotion on just a look, but that’s what I’m doing and I don’t care. This vision, this look, was enough to render me speechless and stop me in my tracks for a whole 15 seconds. That, my friends, is an eternity in the attraction business.
I’ve always been attracted to eyes, and having spent 5 years in Saudi Arabia where modesty is the norm and the eyes become the focal point of all interpersonal conflicts, it is no wonder I couldn’t take mine off these eyes that were looking at me. If it is true that the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then this is one beautiful and complex soul.
I was so close I could have reached out and poked them, but that would have been mean. I was amazed by the softness in them. There seemed to be a swathe of moisture coating them, shining brightly, adding to the allure of them. I swear to God I could have dropped my head and rested on them, they looked that soft and gentle.
And here is where it gets deep. It all started with a slight twinkle, barely noticable unless you were transfixed, like I was. The eyes really do reveal so much. I could see wisdom behind them, but a guarded wisdom. I have seen this in eyes before. I had a friend who had the same look. She was incredibly wise, but felt awkward about it. The eyes can’t hide the truth, can’t hide the wisdom buried inside, but you can mask it, I suppose.
And is it possible to be innocent and a bit mischevious and devilish at the same time? Because I swear, I could see all of this. While I sensed no trepidation or hurt in them, I could sense a bit of danger lurking under them. I like danger. I like a bit of surprise and mystery. In short, I don’t think I’ve seen eyes to match these. I was indeed, spellbound.
I also lucked out on this day. I got to see a smile. There was no cover to deny this. It wasn’t a big smile. But it was big enough. It was a smile that said “hello, aren’t you nice to look at.” I like those smiles. And what the smile did to the rest of the face was remarkable.
I would not guess at an age, but I’m betting it is older than an initial appearance looks. Again, there was mischief behind the smile, a certain, “fancy a little fun” that always drives people wild. I’m telling you now, I was mesmerized.
And then I just looked, too transfixed to move, too stunned to speak. And when the smile faded, and the blink came, I walked away from the mirror, completely satisfied that I was still the Sexy Penguin I’ve grown to admire.