I volunteered a charity fashion show this past week. The money was going to one of my room mates work places and it seemed like fun. It certainly was. Even though I was mostly running around picking up empty champagne glasses and loose napkins, I enjoyed myself.
The guests were dressed up wonderfully and enjoying themselves. Lots of gay men. A few well known people in the city and basically people who could afford the expensive tickets. There was one guy who when I caught his eye smirked at me. (I have come to accept that this is a really good way at getting my attention. Didn’t used to work but does right now) Had I been a guest I would have figured out a way to flirt, but instead I wandered around occasionally catching his eye. I keep finding it so interesting how something as simple as catching the eye of a guy can be so exhilarating.
We were done when the show started and it was the first fashion show I’d been at so that was something I’d do again. I was in a position where I could watch Smirking Guy as much as the models. Almost all the way through the show I lost track of him. He had moved to speak to someone quite close to us. I was hoping to catch his eye once more but my room mates insisted on leaving. I was displeased but I’m not certain what I would have said anyways. Granted that might have been part of the appeal.
Not a very exciting story but I tend to take note of guys who with just a look make my stomach flip. There was one other recently. I was out of state with my mom and at a Barns and Nobel for internet and he wasn’t sitting to far from us. I caught his eye once and one of the few times in my life I couldn’t hold eye contact. Very attractive.
It makes me wonder what kind of things people think when I make eye contact with them. What impressions are formed. It is far easier for me to observe how it is important for men than it is for women. I will make a point to explore this as I can.
