Thus, staring with an inviting gaze can often pique someone's initial interest.
Beyond that, however, sometimes eye contact can fan the deeper flames of passion and attraction too.
I was in the dark downstairs area of a tiny downtown club. The lights of the club turned on in that brutal, almost painful way in which they do when the clock strikes 4 am in the great city of New York. My friend stumbled over to me with half-opened, slanted, inebriated eyes and slurred that she needed to be taken home. It was a massive f*cking tease that left me weak in the knees and begging for MORE. It’s so rare to have really good eye sex in this dark digital age. Are we so consumed with our phones, hell-bent with the latest laptop, knee-deep in a slew of dating apps — that we’ve shied away from eye contact, period? I love feeling nervous — it shakes me out of my comfort zone. It takes a confident human being to directly gaze into your wide-set doe eyes and undress you. When someone has the ability to seduce you without a touch, without a cheap word — just from the intensity of his or her stare, it’s hot. She identifies as a "mascara lesbian" and lives beyond her means on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She's consumed by style, sexuality, women, words, fashion and feelings.
The air inside sharply contrasted with the air outside. I felt insatiable, and fueled with the desire to soak in every second of this exploded moment. I felt like her eyes were spelling out all of my secrets, desires and wicked fantasies. Full-frontal eye contact is so direly rare in the Internet generation. We’re spending so much time disconnecting and disengaging from the populous by staying in the safe haven of our laptops. When we’re feeling overcome with sweeping sensations of unabashed lust, it’s an all-consuming, powerful feeling. All of a sudden, they’re in total control of you as this person teases you with his or her pressing eyes. When we’re turned on, there’s always a healthy dose of unease. It leaves us wondering how amazing this person would be in bed. She identifies as a "mascara lesbian" and lives beyond her means on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
A lot of that must happen within our hearts and minds, but we can take exterior steps towards building confidence by doing simple things, like making and maintaining eye contact, that affirm that men are, in fact, interested.
“I was sitting at the bar when he walked into the room and looked at me.
I met his eye contact and smiled.” My friend was asking how I had managed to attract the attention of a particular gentleman, and so I obliged her with a blow-by-blow of our meet cute.
I took a moment to catch my breath and take in the sea of mixed drinks and bending bodies, when my eye accidentally caught the eye of a faceless stranger. It had been a long and arduous week spent staring into the static screen of a computer. It was nothing like the heaps of creeps who invade your personal space with their aggressive stares at 7 am on the subway. Feelings of irrepressible desire were starting to slowly unfold within me. How can we have real, hot, passionate, intimate, engaged sex-lives when we’re racked with fear at the most pure form of human contact? When you gaze into someone’s eyes, you can see a person without the heaps of endless filters and relentless hashtags.
When you’ve been robbed of human contact for seven days, an exchanged glance feels jarring. But it didn’t stop a bolt of electricity from sifting through the entirety of my body. I was suddenly overcome with unexpected pinpricks of wild lust. The longer we looked into each other’s eyes, the more and more I wanted her. Our eyes were speaking their own wordless language made up entirely of sex, and lust, and heat and chemistry.