Yesterday, as I was coming out of a local store, I noticed a pretty male in the passenger's side of a car. He wasn't a baby, like most of the males who stick around here (they're either still in highschool or geezers it seems), and his face bore striking similarities to Orlando Bloom's. The funny thing was, he was actually looking at me. Like, with interest. Like he actually could see me. Huh. Fancy that. No males around here look at me like that. They usually have boyish leers or otherwise vacant expressions when I see them. Mostly, I feel like they are looking through me at something else, they way we look through mist to see people coming at us in the fog. But, I got the distinct impression that this guy really saw me.

So, I looked right back. We continued to make eye-contact sporadically as I shuffled over to my ride and began to eat a lollipop (no, I was not doing the porn thing--it was a tiny chupa pop that made it look like I had a cigarette hanging off my lip and I did was put it in my mouth, not lick/suck it). I figured he proably had a female inside the store who would come out, and I would have to scowl at him for his wandering eyes. But it turned out the driver of the vehicle was a grizzled old white man.

Compared to the older man, the young man seemed... exotic in some way I had not noticed when he was on his own. It wasn't quite skin color, nor was it bone structure. I can't even say that he wasn't purely caucasian, because I wasn't able to discern what it was that made him stand out from his partner. It startled me to see somebody so obviously different, especially in demeanor. Most males around here are apathetic, sleeping through life. This man was definitely awake. I wanted to run over to him and say, "Who are you? How did you get sucked into Nowhere? Will you play with me?" (In the archery/card games way, you pervs!) Instead, I watched them drive off in the direction of another town. I'll probably never see him again, which is a pity. He really did seem alive.

Another thing, when the older man entered the car, the young man ceased all eye contact entirely. Strange. I love watching humans.

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