From You

Attention male-readers of all ages!

In your heart of hearts, picture this scene:

You see a young woman, your age. She’s beautiful. Tall, shapely, dark hair, dark eyes that immediately establish a connection with your inner longing. Your eyes meet but only for a moment, before she smiles and looks away coyly. You would love to talk to her, meet her, learn her name. Your moment of opportunity is slipping away with every tick of the clock. Without thinking you muster up everything inside of you and…?

What? What would you do?

Believe it or not, that scene plays out time and again across the world, except the ending is always different. Every guy has there own way of handling such a situation, and some have become well oiled machines, designed to catch all that look their way.

But most guys would rather suppress all of the attraction they felt for the above said beautiful young woman. They would simply walk away. And we’ve all seen the young men that do nothing but stare quite obviously at every young woman until it no longer is cute; it’s just annoying. The elite few geniuses in the academic world, they’re the ones that say things like, “Your hair looks a rainstorm. I mean a rainbow! I mean like the sun after a rainbow! Yeah…” But then again, I think most women would rather talk to someone who stutters over his words than one who is altogether too bold and will say something like, “Yo, Baby! Hit me up. (555) 444-3333 (wink, wink).”

Then again, those are the common folk, the ones we all see day after day.

Something you don’t see everyday is a senior citizen approach a fifteen-year old in the middle of Sam’s Club. He’s not threatening; rather, he looks as though he belongs in the cab of a John Deere. She would hate to admit it, but she hadn’t seen him at all until he touched her arm and said, “I didn’t mean to stare, but you’re really beautiful. Are you spoken for?” She thanks him for the compliment, but is confused as to how to answer his question. Yes? No? She doesn’t know anymore.

Even more rare is the sighting of the perfect ending to a perfect opportunity.

You see the perfect girl. You start to say something when she shoots you a smile that makes you weak at the knees. She asks simply, “Are you going to be there later?” You answer yes. Short. Sweet. But you’ve made the first step in establishing the perfect relationship that will maybe last a lifetime.

As you can tell, I’ve been observing. I’ve watched man approach woman, woman approach man. And in every situation I find myself wondering what you would do if the eyes that look back into mine were yours. Maybe that’s a question to which we’ll never know the answer.