Wednesday – Wow, Those Eyes
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Yesterday I was looking through a personnel file from the franchise in Beaumont for a new security guard to make sure all the paperwork was complete and in order. I printed out the scanned new-hire documents and then clicked open the JPG file of the young man’s picture, which made me catch my breath when I caught sight of the image.
"Look at you," I said softly to no one in particular once I could breathe again. "Your mama must be proud; what a pretty child she raised."
Pretty was not an accurate word, exactly. The young man is not feminine in the least. His beauty is of a very, very masculine sort. His features are well balanced and pleasant, rather than the chizeled look of a male model. What took my breath away was his gaze: his face was inclined ever so slightly, and he was looking up with these very serious hazel eyes. It was his gaze that was gorgeous, emanating from that young, handsome face. The look was so intense: it was the look a man gives a woman just before he leans in to kiss her for the first time after a date that has gone very well up to that point. It’s the look of a man who has resolved to make his move, confident that the woman he is looking at that way will be receptive. It is the look he uses to hypnotize her so that she will be receptive. The Beaumont franchise is owned by a young married couple, and the wife is a pretty, petite blond with a sweet smile. I wondered if she was the one who took the picture, and if he was looking at her that way while she pointed a camera at him.
"Aw, but I bet you’re dumb as a brick," I said to the photo. After all, it was a picture of a nine-dollar-an-hour security guard. I leafed through his documents. I was wrong: he has a BA in Psychology, with a 3.45 GPA. He is in graduate school and is apparently taking on the job on weekends to make ends meet. I looked back at those eyes and stopped breathing again. That gaze. Wow.
"I’m probably old enough to be your mama," said, looking for the photo of his driver’s license. Not quite: he was born in January of 1984. That makes me old enough to be the teen-age girl who babysat him while his mom and dad went out for a night on the town. This knowledge made me feel a little less cougarish, if no less frisky. You will have to take my word about the effect those eyes had on me. I’ve been with my husband for 20 years now; he no longer has to lock his eyes to mine like that when he wants to kiss me; we are an established item and he is confident I will kiss him back. There is no reason for him to adopt that stance, that pose that says, I will have you. That’s the problem with being a sure thing: they smile before they kiss you because they are relaxed and at ease. They don’t have to work so hard. A look that smoldering is a lot of work.
Next I looked at his W-4. He files his taxes as married. "I bet your wife is every bit as proud as your mama is," I murmured. This didn’t ruin it for me; I’m a married woman, myself. I just like looking at his picture, with that expression straight off the cover of a paperback romance novel. Wow. I mean, wow!
I’ve got the picture on my work computer, but I think I’ll email myself a copy of it as well. What the future psychologist doesn’t know won’t hurt him. One of these days, I will finally get my 5-year-old son out of my room and I’ll have some time to spend with his father. When that time comes, I’d like to pull that picture up and look at it a bit. My husband is a pragmatist and has told me on countless occasions that he doesn’t care who or what gets the fire burning, so long as he is the one who gets warm from it. I’m not even sure I want it so I can look at it myself (as fun as looking at it is). I think I want it so I can show to my husband and ask him, "Can you please look at me like this? The way this guy is looking at the camera? Please? I promise I’ll make it worth your while."
After that, it would be his turn to say "wow!"
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Yesterday I was looking through a personnel file from the franchise in Beaumont for a new security guard to make sure all the paperwork was complete and in order. I printed out the scanned new-hire documents and then clicked open the JPG file of the young man’s picture, which made me catch my breath when I caught sight of the image.
"Look at you," I said softly to no one in particular once I could breathe again. "Your mama must be proud; what a pretty child she raised."
Pretty was not an accurate word, exactly. The young man is not feminine in the least. His beauty is of a very, very masculine sort. His features are well balanced and pleasant, rather than the chizeled look of a male model. What took my breath away was his gaze: his face was inclined ever so slightly, and he was looking up with these very serious hazel eyes. It was his gaze that was gorgeous, emanating from that young, handsome face. The look was so intense: it was the look a man gives a woman just before he leans in to kiss her for the first time after a date that has gone very well up to that point. It’s the look of a man who has resolved to make his move, confident that the woman he is looking at that way will be receptive. It is the look he uses to hypnotize her so that she will be receptive. The Beaumont franchise is owned by a young married couple, and the wife is a pretty, petite blond with a sweet smile. I wondered if she was the one who took the picture, and if he was looking at her that way while she pointed a camera at him.
"Aw, but I bet you’re dumb as a brick," I said to the photo. After all, it was a picture of a nine-dollar-an-hour security guard. I leafed through his documents. I was wrong: he has a BA in Psychology, with a 3.45 GPA. He is in graduate school and is apparently taking on the job on weekends to make ends meet. I looked back at those eyes and stopped breathing again. That gaze. Wow.
"I’m probably old enough to be your mama," said, looking for the photo of his driver’s license. Not quite: he was born in January of 1984. That makes me old enough to be the teen-age girl who babysat him while his mom and dad went out for a night on the town. This knowledge made me feel a little less cougarish, if no less frisky. You will have to take my word about the effect those eyes had on me. I’ve been with my husband for 20 years now; he no longer has to lock his eyes to mine like that when he wants to kiss me; we are an established item and he is confident I will kiss him back. There is no reason for him to adopt that stance, that pose that says, I will have you. That’s the problem with being a sure thing: they smile before they kiss you because they are relaxed and at ease. They don’t have to work so hard. A look that smoldering is a lot of work.
Next I looked at his W-4. He files his taxes as married. "I bet your wife is every bit as proud as your mama is," I murmured. This didn’t ruin it for me; I’m a married woman, myself. I just like looking at his picture, with that expression straight off the cover of a paperback romance novel. Wow. I mean, wow!
I’ve got the picture on my work computer, but I think I’ll email myself a copy of it as well. What the future psychologist doesn’t know won’t hurt him. One of these days, I will finally get my 5-year-old son out of my room and I’ll have some time to spend with his father. When that time comes, I’d like to pull that picture up and look at it a bit. My husband is a pragmatist and has told me on countless occasions that he doesn’t care who or what gets the fire burning, so long as he is the one who gets warm from it. I’m not even sure I want it so I can look at it myself (as fun as looking at it is). I think I want it so I can show to my husband and ask him, "Can you please look at me like this? The way this guy is looking at the camera? Please? I promise I’ll make it worth your while."
After that, it would be his turn to say "wow!"
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Date: 2010-05-19 05:53 pm (UTC)I swear some guys just have this extra spark or twinkle in their eyes that, when it's there, just makes me all fluttery inside. It's like they know something you don't. I don't know how else to explain it.
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Date: 2010-05-20 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 06:11 pm (UTC)Jeff is a brilliant man!
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Date: 2010-05-20 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-20 01:45 am (UTC)Wait a minutes; thanks to my young chaperon, I am hard to get these days. Given the opportunity, I'd probably be the one giving my husband that look!
Wow!
Date: 2010-05-20 12:51 am (UTC)And you know that old song!
I love it!
Re: Wow!
Date: 2010-05-21 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-20 08:30 pm (UTC)Not too many people know this, but my boyfriend that I have right now... I've known him for almost 11 years. We actually met in a strange way. 11 years ago, I was working as a moderator on a college dating website, (College MatchMaker - how creative, hunh?), and one night, I was just flipping through profiles online because I was bored and still had a few hours to go in my shift.
I happened to see one profile titled "Gunslinger", and I wondered if it was just some guy who was cocky about how well he was hung, or if maybe he was referencing Stephen King's "The Dark Tower" series. (Turns out he's a huge Stephen King fan.) I clicked into his profile, and saw his picture... and he had these amazing blue eyes that just stared right through the screen at me. I was mesmerized. All I could do was just look at him... the way he stared in that picture, so full of confidence and humor, and that piercing look... *sighs* I was hooked.
I wrote him immediately, after reading his profile, (side note: his profile was hilarious - he had the same kind of twisted humor I do), and was partially convinced that I'd probably never hear from him. However, lucky me, he loved my profile, and I thought I was hilarious and cute.
Nearly 11 years later, we're finally together, and we're finally meeting for the first time in 1.5 weeks. :) (And if he gives me that look, I'll kiss him for the rest of our lives.) :)
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