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The World Line of the Horizon Star

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world

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Montecristo Captain Quixote

Women's eyes.

I must confess that I am an "eye-man," which is to say, that the first thing that attracts me, physically about a woman is her eyes. Of course, anyone reading this will arrive at one of three conclusions. The first conclusion likely to be drawn is that, I'm an effeminate little nebbish, of questionable sexual orientation, who works in a flower shop. The second is that I'm a Mr-Suave-and-Sensitive-Wannabe who's just disingenuously trying to impress women by denying that I notice first what most other guys notice first, a woman's boobs. The third, and probably minority opinion, will possibly be that I am telling the truth and that perhaps if the reader reads further I may elaborate and have something interesting to say.

I've always been an eye-man. It's amazing what you can pick up by looking into someone's eyes. I'm not sure why. It smacks of mysticism, which is somewhat annoying and disturbing to consider, but nevertheless, it is something I have found to be true. It has been said that, in a bucket of eyes, a man could not distinguish the eyes of his sister, or his mother, or his lover from any of the others having the same color, but when they are in a face, and there is life behind them, then they speak volumes, sometimes of incomprehensible things but it is fascinating what you see when you look.

I love smart women. I have always thought that beautiful women with empty heads and shallow souls were Nature's way of sharing wonderful aesthetics with dumb guys. Whenever I meet a woman, the first thing I do is look her dead-square through the pupils and try to discern if there's anything going on in there. That's a scary thing to do. I certainly couldn't do it when I was a boy, and spooked by girls (which did not keep me from admiring them unrequitedly). I have no idea why it is scary, but I forced myself to acquire the habit, and it is advice I would give to any boy who is interested in girls. It's sort of like the old salt on a bird's tail folklore. If you can look a woman in the eye you can interact with her in any number of sane, productive ways, discuss software, or politics, or movies, play chess or gin rummy, or ask her for a date without looking like a buffoon.

If there isn't anything going on in a woman's head, then she may be okay to talk to, or even look at, but she's just not really sexy to me. The brain is the most erogenous zone humans posess. Having looks is a bit like having money. It doesn't matter as much that you have it, as much as it matters how you use it, and how you get it. A woman with brains can use what nature gave her in ways that her better endowed but less imaginative sister could never approach. From my perspective, the charms of a woman with brains are that much sweeter because you know that she's not going to share herself with just any fool, and even if she were of a mind to do so, the fool wouldn't appreciate what he got.

Women's eyes tell you strange things. It's nothing specific that you can see. You get current emotional state, general physical condition, tired, excited, stressed, etc., and something more. You can see the ways in which wisdom has written on her soul. You can see that happiness has visited her, or pain. You can't make out exactly what has happened or when, but you do get a bearing on how she has reacted to the influences on her and whether she has conquered them, and grown, or they have conquered her. You can sometimes get an idea how she deals with adversity, how well she allows herself to be happy, and whether or not she is conscious of the subtleties of the world around her and in the moment in which she is living.

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Hi there. I saw your post in ingenuemuse's journal and saw that you may be a Buckeye like prolixfootle. I'm here in Cleveland.

What a great post about the eyes, though. That's exactly how I feel about men. It was refreshing to read, so I guess this stranger just wanted to say 'thanks'. :)

Hi there, yourself. Thanks for the comment! As someone who does much more commenting than posting, I'm happy for any action I can get on this page. I think I am in agreement with the philosophy expressed on your page with respect to comments.

Sometimes I look at the blank entries and just can't think of what to start putting there and sometimes something strikes me, but I don't have the time to get to the darned journal to put it in. Other times, like the entry above, everything comes together.

You are correct in your hypothesis. I used to be a Buckeye. I was born in Chillicothe and grew up there. I went to school at OU in Athens. From 1991 until 1996, I worked for a company that started out in Shelby and then was bought out by a company that moved me to Westlake. When the place in Westlake closed down their R&D, I went to California.

It's nice to meet you. I poked around in your postings a bit and it looks like you have some interesting things to say. I like the "Clash of the Titans" icon too. Scares away the drooling cretins who are trying to pick you up?

Since you've been so long in the land of sun and sin (that is California, right?) that we Buckeyes can be a bit prickly on the outside, but we're really nutty on the inside. (I love making horticultural references.)

morganaus is an ultra-hoopy frood. I'm ever so glad I met her (and her lovely friend classytart!

Very nicely done, by the way. Keep it up. And remember, too much editing and you lose freshness and spontaneity.

Actually, I'm glad you two ran into each other... it gives me an idea.... BWAHHAAHAAHAHAHAHHAAAAHHHHA!!

Oh my, from that last comment, I worry that you're still contemplating that idea of adding a character called ▲deepfriedsammich to your Renaissance Agency story (shameless plug to the uninitiated). Oh my, I fear such a plan will be a fresh epic dimmed. The only thing that rascal has to say for himself is, "I'm a PhD crime feeds." Beware, he will be a red imp if schemed because your nefarious imps fed him a creed. He will claim that women are his downfall, because he'll do anything to escape being a drip femmes chide, but if he were honest he'd admit that, "A hemp disc fried me."

Very nicely done!! I hadn't realized you were an anagrammarian.

Too bad you aren't psychic, though. I did keep the deep fried sammich as personality quirk, though. And I never promised recruitment...

“You can tell so much about a woman,” he said, “just by looking deeply into her eyes. It’s truly amazing.”

Glancing away, she managed a strained smile. “Your impressions, Count,” she reminded him.

Of course, things might change...

Ah well, far be it from me to attempt to cajole the artist to deviate from his artistic vision. There goes my fantasy of deftly flicking my Bic on the end of the smouldering auburn-haired lady's cigarette, gazing deeply into her sparkling emerald green eyes and saying, "My name? Sammich, Deep, Fried Sammich, at your service." Nevertheless, I still eagerly await chapter eight.

Eager now, are we? I'm honored! And who knows? You may yet get to flick your Bic...

I also read your most recent post. Thanks for the pimpage! It was also an interesting idea you proposed. I'd be glad to help.

Yes, very interesting, and also very flattering. My friend fearsclave suggested that the Agency be turned into an actual RPG as well.

Hmmm... so many interesting ideas. So little time.

By the way. was that you in the icon? It always helps to have a little something to go on...

Oh yes, I am eager to see where this story is going. I have several speculations. I'm not sure if I should share them with the author in case he is tempted to take the story off in another completely unanticipated direction out of sheer contrariness.

You're entirely welcome for the "pimpage." I assure you though, that even though you don't really need it, the pimpage merely reflects on my good taste in online literature. As far as I can tell, everyone else who has read it is also intrigued. Your story would make a good RPG, but I was thinking more along the lines of an interactive collaborative literary effort. RPG's tend to get complicated, and then there are all the rules, etc. A story would be much more open-ended.

Yes, the new icon you saw is me. I figured if a somewhat reserved annonymous person like ingenuemuse could post images of herself, then I guess I could indulge the curious as well. If you're looking for more character information though, I've updated my bio on the info page as well. I'm still not completely happy with it, but it's a reasonable start.

By the way. You are correct, Sir, morganaus is a peach.

You're sort of right about California. It's the land of granola: what ain't fruits and nuts, is flakes. Since I'm a straight guy, I'll have to own up to being a nutty flake, at least some of the time. I think you're right about Buckeyes too, which is why so many of us fit in here when we emigrate!

Thanks. Actually, I was a bit frustrated with the post, myself. It gets across what I am trying to say, but I thought it was a bit rambly and maybe a tad incomplete. Usually I like to revise the heck out of what I write, I make lots of mistakes. LJ is a new experience in spontaneity for me.

i do the same--and either ramble waaay too much or are so succinct that my point doesn't really get across. i usually go back and edit the fuck outta most of my posts as well.

hardly rambling...

you have a most interesting sense of women with this "eye reading" of yours... i, too, love to look into people's eyes, and i also like to shake their hands, i learn alot from how they touch.

after our chat this evening i read your bio and was very impressed with your references to various writers, philosophers... i think you are very articulate and it spurred me to read more, i hope you don't mind.

be well, and thanks for an enjoyable chat, it helped me out a great deal.

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