Babbling
2006-10-25 @ 7:47 p.m.

Not much happening on the bedroom front. I'm in a holding pattern due to scheduling conflicts. We haven't got the go-ahead from mission control yet.

So, some other stuff.

Eyes. What is it about eyes? There are quotes aplenty about eyes (special credit for those who can name the authors).

"Not in mine eyes alone in Paradise."

"Sweet, silent rhetoric of persuading eyes."

"One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity."

"The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul."

"A heaven of dreams in her large lotus eyes, darkly divine."

"His eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming."

They really are special, eyes. Are they, to turn a cliche, "the windows to the soul?" I've begun to study people's eyes: when they smile, when they talk, when they laugh. They can be magical and convey so much. Admittedly, I've never been a good judge of people based on their eyes. I've always been firmly convinced that a liar will just as soon look you straight in the face and lie as turn away or look down.

Nothing is quite as exciting or memorable as an actual, candlelit dinner, in the shaded corner of a restaurant. A night where you can talk and look into each other's eyes. The conversation doesn't have to be romantic, it's just that connection you make when you can concentrate, really concentrate, on the other person. And nothing sparks a connection like prolonged eye contact. The eyes are intimate and is it any wonder they are so fragile and vulnerable.

The intimacy conveyed through the eyes can be demonstrated in the way women converse and the way men converse. Have you ever noticed that women usually speak face to face? What about men? How many times do you see men conversing while standing next to each other, with little eye contact? I swear, sometimes they can talk for hours during a game and never once look at each other. Is it because of the intimacy implicit in prolonged eye contact?

I'm aching for a warm, cozy candlelight dinner, preferably on cold, rainy night. That's not a lot to ask for, is it? Yeah, I'm a sap. But, it's the perfect season for a night like that, isn't it?

As for eyes, here are mine.

Steve took that after a naughty night with a friend of ours. Yes, I'm smiling. Definitely smiling. I'm also not cross-eyed, just looking to the left. Or damn! Maybe I am cross-eyed.