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Posted by Pam Steadman

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"Across A Crowded Room"...Eye Contact!

To those of you who are realists, I am not referring to eye contacts.  No indeed.   I am speaking about a magical moment felt at some point in our lives when a sudden spark becomes a flame (no, I am not talking fire fighting here either!).   Do I sound like a song writer?    Of course I do!  

Having felt "eye contact" many times and still feeling it, I know just how lucky I am...two sets of eyes meet across a crowded room...body and soul melt into one and it is difficult to look another way...butterflies are indeed free and flying in tandem in the tummy...the heart's a thumpin' and the face is a'flushin.'   Ezio Pinza sang about it in "South Pacific" while courting Nellie Forbush.   Who can ever forget his "Some Enchanted Evening?"

Okay. Romance, then. Call it what you may. We witnessed this phenomenon in "Casablanca” between Bogie and Bacall.    However, the most passionate eye contact moment, at least in my own mind, was seen in "The Way We Were" with Barbra Streisand standing across from Robert Redford in front of The Plaza Hotel in Central Park, and softly reaching across to move a wisp of hair out of his eye.   Both had remarried and years had passed; however, the way they longingly gazed into one another's eyes enveloped total emotion as they still clung to that old feeling.   I still cry whenever I watch the movie, and believe it or not, it is the only time I have ever seen my husband’s eyes well up in a movie theater...way back in 1973!

My husband knows exactly what I am talking about.   My mother and father embraced eye contact back when they married in 1944 by way of "Our  Song," a ritual that many couples rejoiced in years ago.   A favorite song romantically spoke the words of their love for one another.   Mom’s and Dad’s was Frank Sinatra’s “Violets for Your Furs" (even though my mother never owned a fur in her life), and "Moonlight Serenade," (the old wartime 'hold me close and come back home' favorite of so many soldiers and their loves).

I've had folks scoff at me when I bring up the subject of eye contact.   Many others inquire as to how they can obtain 'this thing' that I'm boring them to death with.   How very sad that they cannot feel swept off of their feet by that certain feeling without searching for the instructions and/or batteries!  

I still feel that we need to hasten eye contact along as a permanent fixture, especially in a society so filled with nothing but ranting, ravings, information overload, and so on.

Many tell me that they sort of ‘get it’ through their Country Western music.   Hey, that's okay...ya got it then!  It matters not how you get it; it matters that you know you have it!   

I may not be of my parents’ generation; however, I can still look into my husband's eyes and go back thirty plus years and realize that nothing has changed between us.   Sure, we are that much older.   Our backs and muscles  ache and our vision is not as good as it once was.  I’m still drawn in though, and with some mood music in the background, some things can be enhanced that much more, ya know!  (: 

So turn on the oldies.  Dance and romance again.  Dream your wildest dreams.  Search for that magic.  Look deeply into one another’s eyes.   You just might find what you are looking for! 

Until next time,

Pam
 
 

I printed this one out for my boyfriend of four years. He's clueless.
My ex had eye contact but he had too much of it with the other ladies in the circle we ran around in.
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