Britva415
"Alabaster," my ass
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OK so
I'm middle-aged but a college student. Walking to class today, a woman was coming toward me from the other direction. She was at least 10-15 years younger than me, but 15-20 years older than most of the students, so, I assumed she was a professor. Nice looking, fairly fit, makeup very subtle if any.
Since I liked how she looked, I instinctively anticipated the potential for a wordless flirt in passing. One of the ways I like to do this is what I did in this instance: I looked away from her. I didn't want to make eye contact until she had seen me first. So, 10-12 steps away from each other, before she had registered my own presence, I tipped my face toward the walking path looking at the ground between us, using my cap visor to hide my eyes and give her a chance to look first.
I do this because I like "catching" people looking, and letting them see me "catch" them looking. I finally looked forward when about 4-6 steps from each other. Sure enough, she was looking at me. She did that thing we see all the time: She avoided direct eye contact when she noticed me starting to be able to see her face. But it was there - that sixth sense people have when each one knows about the other person's awareness of their attention, even when direct eye contact isn't made.
So, with my peripheral vision I saw her stop looking at my face the instant before I subtly looked at hers. Not only could I tell she had been looking at my face, after looking away, her own peripheral vision definitely registered my brief, soft, casual attention. That's the game, the dance - sometimes flirting is about just barely missing direct eye contact, but cutting it so close that each person can sense the other person's look, you know?
This is how I know she was unselfconscious and maybe even deliberately performative about looking at the front of my jeans. With can't-help-myself energy to it, and with like-what-I-see results. All plain to see on her face.
Today wasn't even a day when I wore a pair of those really flattering underwear I've written about around here before. Just regular boxer-briefs. But it was still a pair of blue jeans, and we know how those "present" a guy's bulge even without the enhancement of a pair of well-presenting underclothes worn inside them.
So yeah, she looked down at the path in front of herself, between us, hiding her eyes. Then she looked straight at my crotch and smiled to herself while watching me walk. Maybe the smile was to me, too - still no eye contact, but I'm totally convinced she knew I could see her face, looking, smiling, interacting.
Then it was over. I thought that was an awful nice little encounter, and went about my day. Thinking about whether maybe I'll cross her path again on another Wednesday morning before class.
Surprise, she was in the study center later this afternoon. I was doing homework in the room where some professors have their office hours. A student was waiting for her, so, by the time I realized this same woman walked in and was confirmed to be a professor, she was already helping the other student. But I recognized her.
Didn't get a chance to interact again. She was focused on tutoring, and after half an hour she had to go. I don't think she even saw me there. I wasn't trying to get her attention or anything, I just did my own homework, head down, while she worked with the other student, and then she got up and left.
Turns out, she's Russian. I heard the accent.
So now I'm thinking maybe she has a European sensibility about interactions between men and women. This makes me think very differently about it than if I knew she were an American woman. It makes me think even more than I already did, that her look was deliberate, not unconscious, and that she either didn't care or fully intended that I saw it.
If I see her again, I'll be prepared with better underclothes and with more flirt energy.
