that eye thing

dear diary,

i watch and i watch and i wonder about all the stuff that's going on inside their heads.

i may have discovered something about that eye thing.

to be invited, her eyes say, "dance with me, i am FUN!"

to sit and never dance, her eyes say, "i am MISERABLE, rescue me."

to invite and be accepted, his eyes say, "dance with me, i am SAFE." (bonus points for men whose eyes also say, "i am FUN.")

to invite and be rejected, his eyes say, "please please dance with little me."

i have begun to really enjoy that eye thing, for sure.