Oh. I smile. I just don't do anything when I'm checking a woman out. Just look. It could be critical, it could be approving. Who knows.
lol. maybe it's my late bloomer syndrome, i'd just assume that meant you were being nice and accepted that i wasn't trying to get into your pants anymore.
Here is a hint. Maintain eye contact and I'll smile. If I like you. But it takes a woman to be able to do that.
If I get beat by eye-contact it could mean two things: 1) Though I might like you, I'm not in the mood. Back the fuck off 2) I don't like you
are you an eye contact speaker? i'm an eye contact listener. i don't mean one of those annoying jerks that move around in front of you while you're trying to think and remember to keep up the eye contact you don't want. but i find that it wierds a lot of people out that i keep my eyes on their eyes while they're talking to me. it helps me understand what they're saying.
Yet another thing we have in common. Eye-contact listener here. To speak I need to stare afar. UNLESS, I'm telling a joke, a climactic turn of a tale or fantasy, or I'm asking a question. OR, I'm flirting.
That too. Hand in hand with you, I'm up for any adventure. From the most frivolous to the most impetuous.
I like to bring my notebook and note down the name of the different brick-bracks whose name I don't know. But I prefer hardware stores for that purpose.
excellent. i like playing with silly cheap shit and making the proprietors chase me around like i'm destroying valuable property. i'm like "hell, man, i can pay for it!"