This will probably cement my reputation as a sap. What happened was significant enough that, as a writerly chap, I knew I'd probably pen something about it even before it was over.
As usual, it involved a member of the fairer sex*. It involves a question I had to ask myself: Do women, in general, know the true power they seem to have over dopes like myself?
The afternoon was gorgeous, great weather, and I was in pursuit of sandwich at a local cafe-bakery. Sitting down to tuck in, I was facing the door where I had a good angle for people watching. People watching is one of my favorite things to do while noshing.
So, I was sitting at the table when she came in. She was a blond, 'the kind of blond that would make a bishop want to kick a hole in a stained glass window'**. She was walking towards the direction of my table, so I had a great line of sight. She was quite attractive, but it wasn't that in specific that grabbed my attention. It was The Gesture.
She reached up with a well-turned hand, and tucked her hair behind her right ear...and I almost fell out of my chair. How did she do that? In that moment, I felt like a goofy teenager again, thoroughly entranced by such a simple but amazingly feminine gesture, one that almost never has failed to gobsmack me. I found it hard to take my eyes off of her for almost the entire time I was eating.
These gestures have been and continue to be an Achilles' heel of mine. And I cannot explain it. All I know is that women in general seem to have these somewhat unique ways of moving, of existing in space-time, that are my kryptonite. These ways are to my mind innately feminine in the deepest, most mysterious sense. They are motions or looks that I think of as 'sacred feminine' in some way, and in most cases they reduce me to the level of a awestruck puppy. This has the unfortunate side effect of making me too foggy-headed to have the presence of mind to actually try talking to some of the ladies who have had that power over me. I'm afraid I'd open my mouth and I'd sound like the adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons. Or just stand there, slack-jawed and saying "You pretty."
Longtime readers know I have written of this phenomena before (HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE). So you can see the history.
I think I'm doomed.
So, if you see me staring? Please know its because I'm stunned, and at least you'll know why: it's because I'm a sap.
*The use of that phrase, in and of itself, is enough to brand me a sap.
**I heard that line on a radio comedy bit years ago. Loved it ever since.