A question for the ladies mostly but any input would be appreciated. When I'm driving down the street and someone follows with her eyes, what is she thinking. I know there's no guarantee that she's thinking the same way you might be but any info would be appreciated.

 

She's thinking he should be watching traffic or he's going to run into the garbage truck that stopped ahead of him.

Never mind.

 

I was in a bar last week when I caught a guy's eye. It's okay, I rolled it back to him.

 

I usually like to think that she is fantasizing about sucking my cock till my head caves in.... but that's just me...

 

And me........

 

I always get comments about my eye colour which I find funny and have been told by a few random people that they are mesmerising, so I would just think it's another person thinking that lol

 

I'm thinking "why is he looking at me? Do I have a booger hanging there?"

Hush....an alias

 

Okay, true story.
I'm in Reno one night and standing on the corner waiting for the light so I can cross the street. This car is stopped at the light and two nice looking girls are in it, the window is down. The girl by the window glances over at me and I'm kinda liking it. Then she lowers her eyes to my crotch and holds them there for what seemed like a long time. I'm thinking, "You still got it, Rixer old dog". Then while I'm feeling pretty good about myself, she looks at me and says..."Your fly is down."

 

"What a hunk of junk that crappy car is!"

"Christ, the glare off of that guy's bald head is positively BLINDING! I hope he doesn't cause an accident!"

"Yikes... is that a man or a woman behind the wheel?"

"Hmmm... that driver looks JUST like poor dead Uncle Walter."

"I wonder if he knows that there are flames shooting out from under his car?"

"I hope he doesn't ask me to share my box of wine with him!"

 

There was that time when I was driving through Winslow, Arizona in my flat-bed Ford when I slowed down to have a look at that guy standing on the corner...

 

Don't let the sound of those wheels drive you crazy!

 

She just calculates how much u worth/.

 

Here is something for you to chew on while you ponder that age old question:

A man and a woman are having dinner at a resturant and on the drive home:
she wonders:
-why didn't he look at me more while we ate
-did he think I was making a pig of myself
-should I have ordered the salad
-I should have worn a different dress
-did I have something in my teeth
-is he going to ask me out again
-why does he have such a serious look on his face
-I wonder if he will kiss me goodnight
-I made him mad somehow
-I'm such an idiot
(and on and on)

he wonders:
-are those my brakes squealing for the last ten minutes, I just had them done

 

There are two things a woman does that melt my heart. One is definitely that certain type of eye contact that is unmistakable and how she gently cradles the back of your head or neck during a passionate kiss.

 

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At least three of us got that reference.

 

Perhaps 'cuz, only 3 of you cared about it?

 

What, you don't like the Eagles "Take it Easy" ???

 

'Jeez I thought they were all road kill by now'
'Wow, is he really checking my skirt instead of driving....'
'I am like, Soo glad I am not in the car in front...or in his car.'

 

In the long run, desperado, you can take it to the limit on Seven Bridges Road to the Hotel California, where you can drink a tequila sunrise with the new kid in town or some outlaw man one of these nights, until you get a peaceful, easy feeling, but if you don't take it easy with those lyin' eyes and dirty laundry, you witchy woman, life in the fast lane can only lead to a heartache tonight. I can't tell you why, but I think you're already gone. Get over it and learn to be still, and if you try to love again, you may find that love will keep us alive. One day you might even be able to say "life's been good to me so far". Perhaps there will be no more cloudy days and the hole in the world will fade away.

Now, I don't want to hear any more, because I'm too busy being fabulous.

Best of my love,
Aesopstails

P.S. Please come home for Christmas.