Are You Looking at Me?

you-looking-at-meWe may be taught that it’s rude to stare but I for one find it hard to keep my eyes off some people.  This normally has little to do with their looks (although there are, of course, exceptions), but rather some combination of features and circumstance that render them fascinating.  At times the source of appeal is obvious.  The beautiful young bride in her beautiful dress, sitting alone (apart from her cell phone) at the bar of a high-end restaurant comes to mind (her far too young groom, looking ill-equipped in a black shirt with black tie did eventually show up).  As does the fat Russian oligarchs (or so I assume) with their skinny, heavily made-up companions and screaming brood on the Black Sea coast.  But in the case of others, it might be the slump of their shoulders (what stories a good slump can tell), smile lines etched far up cheeks, or the company they keep (a couple that raises the question, “how do you suppose they know each other?” is always a good start).  So when the book you’re reading fails to captivate you, I wish you a spot with good people watching.

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