So fucking raw. So fucking raw. So fucking raw. I want this shit to go viral because it’s pure and beautiful. No one could ever suspect his preferences but even then, he was only making music for himself. For the comfort of his soul.
“Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.”—Marwa Rakha (via suitejesus)
It’s crazy how the most subtle of eye contact with a good looking stranger, preferably of the opposite sex, can trigger some sense of connection. It’s basically like, you’ve never seen this person before, you’re most likely to never meet this person again, yet that quick second of eye contact draws this wave like connection that progressively amplifies as time goes by; who’s going to make the first move? Who’s going to say that first word to spark that very connection that’s happening between the two? It builds up this sort of tension within one’s self and when you think about it, it’s all probably happening to the exact person that you’re infatuated with across from you on that train or bus.
This all starts with eye contact. Once that initial connect happens, you’re immediately drawn to the endless of possibilities that the person might actually do. Just a shift in their seat, how they cross their legs, fix their blouse, whatever it may be, you sit there like a scientist looking at your subject underneath this microscope. Of course, in a suave like fashion so that you don’t make it too obvious that they’ve got your attention lol.
And then you ask yourself, “How in the world does this stranger have the ability to put me on my toes like that?” I guess it’s that mysterious and sensual aura provoked by that initial eye contact.
For example, on the bus ride home today from the city, I was casually looking down in a slouched demeanor continuing my reading when probably the baddest Spanish chick I’ve seen all day passed through the aisle. Didn’t see her at all. Just a quick glimpse. She passed by, then all of a sudden walked back and sat at the vacant seat right next to me and we immediately exchanged eye contact. It was kind of like that “I notice you noticing me” type of look though. Trust, there’s a difference between a casual glance and the one I mentioned; especially if you find yourself continuing making these eye gestures. The whole bus ride, whether it was to grab something from my bag, fix my seat positioning or whatever it was, whenever I looked her way we found ourselves making some kind of visual connection. All friendly, but definitely pushed by lust and infatuation. “Should I say something? Naaa, you good. But imagine hitting that?” Typical shit a boy my age would think about.
The moral of the story here though, is that the thought of the unknown and the sexual desires that may arise when confronting a stranger can all be heightened at the point of eye contact. That is why I stress on exercising first impressions. It is key to everything; how to start your day, how your day ends up becoming and how you ultimately become somebody in the future.
A wise man had recently said, “Manners, confidence and style is what you need to carry with you everyday if you want to succeed in your life. That’s the definition of ones swagger.” You honestly never know who you are going to run into on a day to day basis. That first impression, or that swagger, is what ultimately gets people attracted to you and of course, will get you that initial eye contact. And who told me this? Mister Fonzworth Bentley himself.
Simply put, speak well, act better and look even greater. And that, is my law of attraction.