One thing I haven’t seen a concentration on, insofar as I have done any actual research*, is one of the things I like the most about the lurvely female form: the eyes. Yes, indeed, all the other areas are fine, not knocking them**, but if there is anything that can stop me in my tracks, it’s a good pair of eyes.
When I a lad, I would often accompany my mom to the supermarket. I was a big eater as a kid, so it was like a toy store, except with food in place of the toys. I loved it. I looked forward to those trips. There was one aisle of the store, though, that filled me with a mixture of awe and weakness. It was the hair care products section. It never failed to make me nervous, weak-kneed and wobbly and feel even more of a kid than I already was.
It was the Clairol ladies. They did it.
Row after row, box after box, of what to me had to be the most beautiful ladies in the world. With the most amazing eyes. There I was, a goofy little boy made even goofier by all those lovely, lovely eyes staring at me. I was like a butterfly pinned to a board. I remember standing in the aisle frozen like a statue. Those eyes would follow me back and forth, back and forth. There was no escape. Usually it would take getting hit by a shopping cart or my mom looking for me to snap me out of it.
I am a lot older now, but eyes have lost none of their power over me. Now it is true that all of the other lovely curvy lady bits are certainly attention getters.
But I can say without a doubt, a lovely pair of eyes is an attention HOLDER. So let’s all pay attention, shall we?
*Read “none”, unless seeing things by default while web surfing counts as research.
**Well, maybe knocking them would be good. It depends…